Dear Me, How Time Passes!

Just finished second-to-the-last edit of a novel I first finished ten years ago. Ten years ago! I had no idea it had been ten years. Seems like yesterday. This story has lived in me for all this decade as alive as if it was yesterday. I suppose that might be a good sign. I certainly hope so. It is my happily dystopic post-apocalyptic comic-saga of how the last man on earth gets to be the last man on earth–and why; what God(s) has/have/had to do with it, but mainly what Arthur Mencken (no relation) had to do with killing everyone on earth except Danny “DJ” Olaf. (And that isn’t even his real name!) This is my favorite book of mine, all 130,000 words. The format is different, the style is different, the comedy is both flip and edgy, the characters feel real in every odd aspect of their ways–the whole thing feels like real life gone horribly askew with characters who (all but one) can laugh at their own foibles (and those of others–especially those of others!). Not that it helps. The world still ends (for them). Just not for Danny, who will someday reclaim his real name and maybe even pass it along–if there was anyone to take it.