Author: Clayton Barnett

Former engineer, current husband and father, layabout Pharmacy Technician, aspiring writer.

Amelia. Yet Another Update

Final version of cover complete; just added a flag to the front and poppies to the back. We’ll be using an ISBN rather than AISN, as if the UK complains to Amazon, they could delist us. Eff them and eff that. Counterrevolution.

We’ve ended up with eight contributors. One introductory essay for those under a rock unfamiliar with this phenomenon, one poem, and eight stories. Art is just coming in, but I’ve two weeks to format that; I just needed the MS complete.

Release Date: no later than Tuesday, March 31, 2026.

Revolution Calling. Deus vult.

Amelia 3; end

Supposed to be flash fiction, if not a short story. So, time to wrap this up. I know I’ll have to edit the eff out of Amelia 1 as that was written four glasses of wine before my wife just got home, so it’ll go from R to PG. The three parts together, about 2200 words, total, will be a part of our next anthology, AMELIA.

Thanks to Page Zaplendam for help on some of the family bits; been a very long time since I’ve had kids at home.

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Civil Wars 2,14

Yes, it’s been awhile. Hey, there’s a reason I’m scheduled for an EEG and an MRI. Sucks to get old. I do love it when a doc who weighs 500+ pounds and cannot take time to comb his hair for an office visit has the gall to criticize my lifestyle choices.

This rather abruptly wraps with the Pataskala arc. It was only there, as is mentioned in the last few lines, to show the rebels/terrorists are operating less than 100 miles from the imperium’s official border. Given the nature of these civil wars, there are likely thousands of disaffected inside the border, as well. As we see at the end, Graf is now worried about his family and so they’re headed there, next.

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Civil Wars 2, 13

Apologies again. I died a little, including a trip to the local county hospital ER. Got better; some kind of seizure. Doc who looked all of thirteen wanted to give me valium. I told him to stick it. He was pissed and my wife laughed once he left. “You’re so charming,” she smiled. “I’ve no reason to be.”

So, in reparations for being silent for a week, here’s 1200 words of Graf and Pai’s encounter with Human Supremicists. They seem nice enough but have ideas which just won’t work in a Changed world, and they cannot understand that. Reading over it, it’s a bit confusing as to when Graf is recalling the encounter and when Pai is seeing to him after; it will make more sense when properly formatted into a book.

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