Would all the earth succumb to the concrete blanket of mankind? Was that the best legacy they could leave? Was their vision that limited?
One day there would come a time when it would be more profitable to tear these trees down than to leave them. Then there would be no power on earth that would save them. Even concerned consumers couldn’t stand in the way of profits anymore.
Trapped. In a world where everything is measured and control pervades every area of life, four people begin to break down. Instead, they break through the walls of deceit and propaganda and into a world of revolution.
Each, in their way, vow to overthrow the established order. They embark on a journey against the forces arraigned against them, forces of state and self-doubt.
Ultimately their paths converge on a dangerous road and the discovery of an ancient secret.
One one level this is a story about how different people react the ever growing and relentless pressure of everyday oppression. It explores their journeys as they are broken and rebuilt and investigates their modes and motivations for rebelling.
At another level it is a critique on the darker side of capitalism and free markets and how that has driven us further and further away from the evolutionary advantage that gave us supremacy in the first place. It questions whether the human race has doomed itself or whether we still have the capacity to wrench ourselves from the track we have so tightly committed our society upon.
Four people, four rebels. Rejecting society or rejected by it – either way, they have had enough. They have decided to fight – and they have taken on the government on its most dangerous and brutal front.
Will they survive?
And have they thought about what comes next?
Or why they are fighting?
Will their convictions be a match for the crimes they will have to commit and the guilt that comes with them?
Scott Bailey is a freelance writer, author and blogger. His works include the dystopian novel “Mankind Limited”, “Thirteen Tales” – a collection of Ghost Stories and “A Spring of Dreams” collection of poetry. His blogging ranges across family articles, poetry and short stories and even the odd book or movie review.
As the year starts to come to an end I am thinking forward to the new year. How will I approach blogging this time?
Last year I started off with the intention of dialling back. It didn’t work out that way. As I watched my stats dwindling in the first month I couldn’t take it. I started doing the daily prompt and when that suddenly stopped I started my own. I ended up beating last years figures by September and I have had by far the best year since I started.
But at what cost?
I mean why? It took a lot of effort to get there – and in the end, it was my obsession with the stats that drove it. When I first started blogging it was a personal thing, it then developed into a way of keeping my writing habit. This then got me back into producing a book, a collection of poetry and another of short stories.
Then my blog became – at least partly – a way to promote these and try and get some sales.
That has not worked. Probably because I was not really concentrating fully on that and was obsessed with increasing my stats day in day.
The problem is with a full-time job and a family – including some special needs demands – I get very little spare time, seemingly less and less as time goes on. The result has been that ALL of it has gone on blogging. The writing, the networking, the scheduling. Which means I have done nothing else. No other writing.
So, as reluctant as I am I think its time to take a break – maybe for a whole year. And use my spare (sparse) time to do some more meaningful writing. Produce some more actual books. Enter some competitions. Move towards becoming a real writer. Blogging has become a distraction from that instead of an enabler.
You all might hear from me now and then. I will maybe post once a week to keep the blog alive. And, if I do publish anything near I will need somewhere to announce it.
I have met some wonderful people in the blogosphere – and its the only real source of support and encouragement I get in my writing world. But maybe that’s also what has kept me here.
So it’s not goodbye but I will be quieter come the new year.