2020 and the Heat Death of the Universe

We are minute specks in the unfathomable immensity of the cosmos, living a fraction of a second in universal time. We exist on a tiny dot travelling at 67,000 mph through a solar system that is moving at 490,000 mph through a galaxy that is moving at 1.3 million mph through the universe, pulled by an unknown entity we call the Great Attractor, powerful enough to drag a hundred thousand galaxies towards it. But the important thing is that we’re about to complete one more spin round the sun.

Once again, the end of the year has arrived and we’re supposed to share messages of hope. Comic geniuses this time are able to swap their calls of ‘see you next year’ with calls of ‘see you next decade’, and then guffaw with delight at their hilarity, cleverness and, above all, originality. It’s time to pretend that the world will magically improve overnight because our calendars are new. It’s 2020. It’s the future. We’re supposed to have world peace, a utopian society, hoverboards. Instead we have war and terrorism, hate crimes, and glorified plastic skateboards with batteries that catch fire.

What are we ushering in the new year with? With fireworks while Australia burns, an area bigger than entire countries devoured by flame, leaving people dead, millions of animals dead, homes destroyed. While the men and women we sent to fight, to kill, to die in a war we’ve quietly agreed to forget was started because of the lies of warmongers try to cope with that gunfire in the sky, because of course our right to see pretty lights is more important than the PTSD we gave them. With news that, despite these unprecedented wildfires in Australia and California, environmental policies won’t be changed, because what does science know. With grown adults attacking teenagers for caring about their future. With an increase in bigotry, hate-fuelled attacks and murders, school shootings, and the devastating lies that cause and encourage it all. With the election of world leaders who will put children in cages, strip citizens of rights and basic medical care, assassinate foreign citizens in their own countries. With savage brutality against civilians and journalists by Hong Kong police while Western media stays as quiet as possible. With the assurance to our children that we don’t give a shit about them or their future. With the assurance to women, minorities, and those underrepresented in every walk of life that we still don’t give a shit about them.

As always, people will do whatever they want, but perhaps instead of hiding behind warm and fuzzy feelings that everything will be okay because it’s a new year, instead of burying our heads in the sand, we’ll pull them out and look. And perhaps looking will lead to seeing. And perhaps seeing will lead to doing.

Or perhaps all our tiny dot’s latest spin round the sun will change is the number on the calendar.


New Year, New…Year

Yes, funnily enough the transition from 2013 to 2014, AKA Tuesday to Wednesday, has not heralded some transcendental change or indeed a sudden desire to lose weight, or gain weight, or eat more celery and less pig, or take more risks or less risks. It means we’re that much closer to machines taking over the world and sparking a giant zombie spider uprising and that someone stole my heating oil. Or we used too much and it ran out. I’m unsure. Also that I’m posting my first blog post for a while.

I’m going to pretend that you care, and tell you how my Christmas was. It was fine, thank you. I ate mince pies and bread sticks and custard and chocolate and juices and stollen. In various combinations. And I watched Person of Interest, Arrow, Agents of SHIELD, Terminator, and the world spin around me every five minutes due to being unwell. My New Year’s day was the same, minus much of the chocolate and mince pies, and some of the spinning.

On a more interesting note, this should be the month in which my thriller will be published. As it is quite short compared to my previous novels, I don’t intend to put it out in paperback form at the moment. I don’t think I could keep the price low enough for a 71k word book (the last two were 128k and 98k respectively). So it will only be available in all e-formats. I will be revealing the cover soon.

I have a fleck of gold paint on my jumper and I don’t know why.

There are also stirrings in the Wyrd Worlds 2 direction, but that won’t be until later in the year, if it happens. Also later in the year, I hope to have the third book of NEXUS finished, but I intend to work on that and something entirely different simultaneously once my thriller is out, so I can’t be sure.

Enjoy 2014, and if you win a lot of money give it to me, because I want it.