At This Moment

by John Chapman

Overview

Nayhoom and Naomi, in East Tennessee, struggle against dastardly mounting consequences caused by global warming. They struggle with the suppression of a humanity lost to the aberrant circumstance of insane heat and foul weather. They are managing to stay one step ahead, but she is pregnant. They deal with the reality of there being nowhere to go that is safe for their baby to come. There is nowhere to go, but they must go. It is all happening at this moment, now.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940045258722
Publisher:	John Chapman
Publication date:	08/31/2013
Sold by:	Smashwords
Format:	eBook
File size:	320 KB
Age Range:	18 Years

About the Author

I was born in 1945, and raised in Cleveland Tennessee. Education was not interesting to me, but the beatniks, and then later the hippies were. Though I was never either. Nor was I a want-to-be. I just was, and still am. And I am not a bit political, but I sure as hell ain’t no Republican. Our current President is smart, caring, and a devoted public servant. His Republican opponents would like to be that, and think they are, but I can’t see it. I am sixty-eight, that is for sure. And I have never voted. Sometimes telling that is bragging, and sometimes I’m just telling a fact. The sour-puss photo of me does not represent my inner demeanor or anything about me, I think. But a smiley-face would: the pretend me. I yam what I yam. And I don’t possess a better photo, a current one anyway.
I write, but rarely about myself. This, of course, is one of those times that I do. I’ve published 162 posts at My Blog. http://chapjuc.wordpress.com/?ref=spelling. None are about me directly, though all are completely about me in either cryptic or underlying ways. I write fiction mostly, fifteen novels so far since 2002. I am 68 years old, and a major stroke in 2005 made me think I might never write again. But, at that time I had written four novels, so, eleven more have since passed through my right index pecking finger. I love it. I aspire to live a great long while henceforth, but, since I try to live in the present I know nothing about any future, even one moment from now. Something like a stroke can make that a lasting reality. So, ever forward, sometimes two steps forward and then one back, sometimes one forward and two back. Where am I going anyway that I am not already there? Not even The Shadow knows that. To believe anything else is asking for trouble.