DAWN OF THE APOCALYPSE
Dawn Of The Apocalypse
August 9th, 2013
Genres: YA, Apocalypse, Sci-f
January 1, 2000.
May 21, 2011.
December 21, 2012
These are just a few of the days humans prophesied as bringing catastrophic events that would end the world. We predicted nuclear warfare. Drastic climate change. A call from God.
We were wrong.
Cue the gargoyle invasion—laboratory bred mutants designed to slaughter humans. When the government goes AWOL and gargoyles are swarming by the hundreds, it's up to the citizens of the United States to regroup and save themselves.
Meet Cliff Matthews, a teenage boy separated from his entire family with the exception of his younger sister, whom he is desperate to keep alive. Along the quest to save their lives, he encounters people who aren't all that they seem. Everyday's a battle, but if he can't trust his own species, where does that leave his family?
And we can't forget the man who may be willing to sacrifice Cliff's life, if it means world domination.
In terms of doomsday, no one could've seen this coming.
My Mom Can't Read My Books
I suppose she should be offended. She has a right to be. I mean, I would too. The woman who brought me into this world is officially banned from reading anything and everything I write, from now until forever.
When my mother first asked to edit my book, I was hesitant. For one, who gets their book edited by their mom? That's just tacky. And two, I didn't think she could handle it. Dawn of the Apocalypse is for a mature reader. One who thinks about the ending for days or has to close the book in between chapters to digest everything that's going on. My mom has never been that type of reader. The majority of what she reads is nonfiction, which I only read when I'm on Wikipedia or reading US Weekly.
I managed to hold her off for a while. I made up some excuses. Then I let my aunt, who is a professional editor, take a look at it. And that kind of pissed her off.
I like to think of myself as sparing my mother from my book. Even I have had nightmares about the creatures I created, especially when the book was finally released. Seriously, sometimes I hate myself for creating the gargoyles. They're piss in your pants scary. And I don't want my mother to be frightened.
So really, I'm doing her a favor.
One by one, the reviewers began getting the book. Then relatives. Then pretty much everyone but my mother has read the book. Hell, I don't even think she knows what is called.
I tried to make the next book different. During NaNoWriMo, I tried to write a book that she could read. One clean and appropriate. I don't know how, but my realistic fiction story turned to a high action murder mystery.
I wasn't born to write happy endings.
I wonder when I'll finally write a book I can take home to mother.