Closed. No service. All books banned.
Internet trolls reign free to police any online presence attempting to download anything that slightly resembles a limerick or a haiku.
Graphic tees, shirts with funny or thought-provoking quotes, anything like reading made into an outlawed activity.
The world a place of plain solid colors, smiles discouraged for fear of encouraging positivity. Positivity could lead to the sharing of ideas, possible debate and lively discussions.
Hands empty of glossy hardcover books and prevented from owning a paperback to bend or turn pages into dog-eared bookmarks.
This is the read-pocalypse. No readers to swoon behind book boyfriends, to read the character tales itching for freedom beyond the fringes of our busy minds.
That day is not this day.
Today, readers can hop into any local library to read about Harry Potter and his wizarding adventures, or walk through a wardrobe into a snowy new world of magic, Turkish delight and an awesome lion. They can venture into a magicked nook of small town Texas and discover witches, vampires and shifters living in a tenuous harmony.
Readers are out there, hungry for our stories. So writers must write, query agents and editors or self-publish. After all, there are some deep reader appetites to fulfill.
Writers: Write like there’s no read-pocalypse.
Readers: Read like there’s no tomorrow J