What would you miss most if society as we know it collapsed? Okay, probably not the most cheerful question, I know.
I would miss paper. And that thought led me to a plot idea. I imagined a woman living in the California foothills, surviving, after . . .well, there’s plenty to choose from these days, isn’t there? A virus, perhaps.
She’s run out of paper. As the story opens, she’s already covered the walls with poetry, and she’s running out of ink.
This wouldn’t be a depressing story, however. Exactly the opposite. It would be about the irrepressible creative nature of humanity. Strip away all the other stuff, and we’d still be drawing on the cave walls. It’s who we are. We create.