I've done editing work for forty years. Be glad to offer my services. [for a share of royalties]

Do it.

Yes, Don, I was thinking about you only today. I thought you had obvious abilities too useful and too valuable not to call upon in ones hour of need. Only problem is, I'm into three other projects at the moment. Though you are at the very top of my list as a possible colaborator in crime. I'm sure we could agree terms without too much difficulty. I'm just not sure where I can pick up an extra lifetime on the cheep for all my projects. To be honest, I've been dozing for a couple of years, and now I'm fully awake once more, time is suddenly very scarce. My kids already think I spend too much time writing and babbling about storylines and characters. Now I only write things that amuse me personally, and stories that take-off and write themselves. I try not to get in the way too much. I let the Muses do the hard work.

I suppose one could just use War and Peace as a template and give the characters new names and spice it up a bit, and cut it down to size and exchange the French army for Marines and off we go! Cannibalize, edit and add some gratuitous sex and violence, ditch the Russian ruminations on love and life and... One could also choose the alternative route and do a Dune, but with even more oil/spice references, put the whole thing on a planet like Iraq. Given the extraordinary "characters" in the White House and Iraq, the thing vertually writes itself!

As a final thought I have been thinking about Dumas and his use of cardinal Richelieu pulling the strings behind a weak, lazy and gullible king. I could easily see Cheney morphing into Richelieu in a Peak Oil screenplay. I suppose one could change The Three Musketeers into three/four special forces and make one a woman like Lara Croft.

Actually I like the idea of me taking on the role of Dumas myself, all I need is a ficiton-factory of low-paid collaborators like he had and maybe I could churn out a novel every few months! I should add that I rather like colourful romance, grotesque drama and action. I'm not too good at plagerizing "art novels." I must have read too much Jane Austin! Do you remember what the "pitch" for Alien was, Jaws in Space!

How about a comic novel that is a spoof of the thriller genre? The premise would be that TOD is actually a plot to manipulate the oil market for the benefit of unspecified but possibly sinister forces--Russian mafia, Japanese yakuza, or the reborn gnomes of Zurich, all acting in collaboration.

I can be myself, just a shadowy figure who changes costumes and pisses most everybody off from time to time, and we can have a love/suspense angle, e.g. will Matt Savinar find his soul mate before TSHTF.

In the final chapter, perhaps it will be revealed that TOD is actually one person with sever MPD, typing sleeplessly from within an Institution for the Criminally Insane.

But then on the last page it will be revealed that that scenario was a nightmare, and the truth is that benevolent aliens from outer space (perhaps the Green Lanterns) will save us all at the last minute.

Anyway, keep it fast, keep it fun, and be sure to throw in plenty of gratuitous sex and threats of violence.

I also am swamped with a huge (five volume) science-fiction project and a nonfiction book that is sure to make me rich and infamous;-)

Actually I once encountered a site, claiming that PO is a world-wide conspiracy. By whom? By the Jews, of course! They seem to be the once that are responsible for all conspiracies ever by default. The story went on to state that the motive is to scare the world it's running out of oil so that we can accept things like Iraq and bring higher profits for the IOCs.

While the truth hidden by these evil b'stards is of course that oil is abiotic will never ever run out.

oops lapsus keyboardus... pls read:

They seem to be the ones that are responsible...

I like the story of the Russian Jew in the Siberian forest, living in a dilapidated wooden hut. He was reading a newspaper denouncing that Jews were all powerfull in Mother Russia. When asked by a villager why he was reading the newspaper, he replied "It is nice to see how powerful I am".