Do you ever sit awake at night, wondering what it is like in a parallel universe? Maybe if you have made a different choice, you could have been President. Or some kind of half-human, half-dog hybrid. Not sure how either of those things would have happened, but the good part is that you don't have to provide a particularly lucid reason.
Speculative fiction is big money, and I want to get in on it. Harry Turtledove has been writing crazy shit for years, and now he's run out of Civil War alt-histories and gone directly into "what if aliens helped Abraham Lincoln invent crack cocaine?" territory. That leaves a big gap for yours truly to fill, and filling gaps is what I do. Unless you're looking at my welds. Don't look at my welds. I'm an author now.
The very first book of my new series will be about AMC. Since its collapse, AMC has seized the popular imagination. How could a company make so many promising cars, with so few parts, invent the fucking Jeep Cherokee, and still go under? The only answer is government conspiracy. Everyone had the knives out for AMC, and nobody had the power to do the right thing and save it.
In my alt-history, JFK survives his assassination attempt, only to discover how much more fun driving AMXes is than being in charge of anything. He also creates the Baja 500 by accident while jumping worn-out old Beetles in the desert with his brother. The halo that results saves the brand, and instead Renault buys Chrysler, forcing the Twingo upon an unsuspecting North American public instead of the Neon. I'm getting ahead of myself, though. That's book two.
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