This is a piece that I'm working on for the new novel. Title - DO NOT ASK

Do not ask

A piercing, sharp spark in her brain awakened Camellia after a flash of fire struck her senses.  She tried to 

move her body, to scream, to open her eyes, but to no avail.

          Her brain revealed the crash and burn of her existence.  She saw many young bodies void of their vital organs abandoned in the wilderness.  She didn’t know where.

          A distant sound brought her mind into her authentic reality.  She heard a familiar voice calling her name.  The young woman waltzed into the back door and announced, “Hey Ma, I’m home where are you?”

          “I’m here on the sofa, where have you been? I thought you’d be back hours ago.”

          “I went to my post office box and found that I’d received the results of my DNA test that tells me what part of the world my ancestors come from. Here look.”

          “What’s that you say?” Camellia said coming out of her nightmarish sleep stupor.

          “It's my results! Now I know where my whole bloodline comes from,” Camellia’s daughter said.  “You ought to do this Ma, it’s easy.”

          “No,” Camellia said.  “Why’d you want to do that? That’s crazy.”

          “Why do you think that Ma?”

          Camellia took a deep breath, stared at the food drop spot on the floor and began, “Because those DNA folks get your information and they own it forever, and . . . they can also use it against you.”

Camellia took another deep breath. “Those test also collect your health history.  The fact that they will own your life story is suspicious.  Anyone who captures your information who is unscrupulous could put your life in danger.”

          “That is so crazy!” her daughter remarked with a chuckle from deep inside her chest.

          The air in the room dried, all movement left them. A new phase had begun. As tiny light beams flickered behind her daughter’s head Camellia stuttered even though every muscle tightened, her jaw clenched her teeth tight together.  Another deep breath.

            Camellia composed herself, put her hands on her rib cage and smoothed her sweater down to her hips.  Her neck lengthened and her lips tightly pursed, she knew the time was right for her to tell Fantasy about her previous lives; or take her there. So with a motherly soft smile, she said “I can tell you and show you where you come from in an instant. So the room and its inhabitants EVAPORATED!

When we don’t stop the tyrants

The libraries have all been destroyed.  No information is available on the Internet except government orders of what the populace should do and how they should behave.  There is no truth or coherent understanding.

          However, the people still seek knowledge of their ancestors for survival but there are no Gurus who hold the information in their heads since all books are also gone.

          All ‘thinking’ people have been exiled to an uninhabitable section of the earth after parts of their brains are removed.

          But, the remnants of each dismantled brain found the energy of other like-minded brains and have begun communicating.

Hello all,

It's the last day of May, and I've been really working hard at making sure the two books I'm writing now get published by the end of this year. In the middle of all of this work, I'm also writing grant proposals for non-profit organizations.  Right now, this is the season.

I am wondering though, have I bitten off more than I can chew? How do you handle overdoing it? Whatever the 'it' is?

                                                                                                                   D'Norgia

I wrote this book after I discovered that the bees that pollinate our food supply were dying off at a rate of twenty-five percent a year.  Also, our food supply is not, for the most part, real food. So . . .

     In the year 2047 the people on earth will not have real food to eat that is grown from the soil.       They will eat chemicals that are dress to have the appearance of food they remember.  Now, the     people are starved for nourishment and their bodies are gaunt, withered or bloated.

    Seth is a beekeeper living at the Oregon coast.  Melody is a preserver of heirloom sees, his neighbor.           During their journey to save mankind from destruction, they come to a place where the ordinary is strange     and the strange is ordinary and all life that is, was and will be is in the now!

                                         SEEDLINGS  is now available on Amazon and Kindle

                                                          Enjoy, D'Norgia Taylor