21 days until the planet explodes
Hey, y’all. Just a friendly reminder that the whole world is going to blow up in less than a month.
I guess I’m a little surprised at what I’m seeing out there on the streets, which is to say not the total chaos of people attempting to fulfill their final and most secret wishes as the final hours of humanity close in but rather the sometimes silly and disgusting but mostly ordinary things that people always do, like go to work or act like we’re not all going to be simultaneously hurled into the cold vacuum of space.
Which is totally fine. Who am I to tell humankind how to spend its last few weeks? Just the guy who very accurately predicted the date of the apocalypse that happens to coincide with what was the release date of his debut young adult novel. I’m not a doomsday life coach, for goodness’ sake.
So if esteemed review publications like VOYA want to consider Everything You Need to Survive the Apocalypse and give it a 4 out of 5 rating and describe it as a “tightly woven story,” who am I to judge?
And if readers who received early copies of the book, such as Sherrie and Jackie, want to give the novel high marks and say things like, “The writing is practically perfect” and “Phillip Flowers is a real boy. He really was an actual person to me,” who am I to tell them not to?
And if people like myself want to go ahead and plan book release parties in Brooklyn, NY, on January 7th at BookCourt and in Decatur, GA, on January 13th at Little Shop of Stories, even though I know better than anyone that the world isn’t even going to exist on either of those dates, who am I to thwart my own misguided ambitions?
Just a guy. Who wrote a novel that some people seem to enjoy and that maybe you also will enjoy if the zero-chance possibility that the world doesn’t end occurs.
Thank you.
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