Six Sentence Sunday, Nov 6 (Not My Apocalypse)

November has arrived, and with it NaNoWriMo. I’m already several thousand words into my new novel Not My Apocalypse, so here’s your first taste:

Ever since then I’ve thought about my own anger, and my stomach twists into a little ball at the thought that I’m like my dad. No question where I got all the anger and rebelliousness from. But there’s one big difference between us, and it’s the thing that makes me feel better about myself. Satan is so angry and he hates Jehovah so much that he’s willing to bring down all of creation with him. Nothing matters but getting his revenge. I’ve got a list of fucking issues a mile long, but I’m not going to make everyone and everything suffer for it.

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Six Sentence Sunday, Nov 6 (Not My Apocalypse) — 4 Comments

  1. The thing I love about this setup is that it’s so otherworldly that you can get in all sorts of things about real families. That’s a really serious question, too: how much am I like my least loved parent in his/her least admirable aspect? (disclaimer: neither of my parents is in fact Satan.) It comes down to choice, but wow can those choices feel constrained at times.