I have long argued that the most important thing in storytelling is the quality and originality of its ideas. Not every book needs engaging characters or a gripping plot, so long as the ideas the author provides are interesting, insightful, or inspiring. By contrast, too many writers these days stick to the by-the-numbers guidelines for... Continue Reading →
Exciting news, everyone! I have officially started work on my next project, tentatively titled, The Feral Girl, and YOU could be the first to see it!!! As a beta reader, you will receive parts of the story as I write it, with a chance to offer feedback and influence the outcome of the story. What... Continue Reading →
My thirty-year journey toward literary greatness has been fraught with enough obstacles to wear down the hardiest of adventurers. I've struggled with apathetic friends, a disapproving family, a host of ban-hammering moderators, gangs of internet trolls, and my own demons of doubt and despair, all while clambering over mountains of indie writers competing for attention.... Continue Reading →
VALIDATION!!! That's how I am feeling today. VALIDATION! SUCCESS!! HUZZAH!!! OK, what the heck am I talking about? Well, for the past decade, I've been struggling with demons of doubt and uncertainty. Based strictly on my understanding of what makes for great storytelling, and on the number of fans who gush over my work, I... Continue Reading →
I wrote this piece in 2017, but the recent COVID-19 outbreak has me thinking about it again, specifically where, in the article, I talk about health and security. We know the coronavirus can live on surfaces, possibly even clothing, and that the CDC recommends disinfecting everything and washing your hands as often as possible. But how can you wash your clothes during the day when you have to wear them? Unless you work in a laundromat, and have a change of uniform ready, this is not feasible. But if we lived in a nudist society, we could easily wash our entire bodies any time. Just stick a shower stall in every bathroom, and we would be living in a much cleaner and healthier world.
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Can nudism save the world …?
Not really. No. Thanks for stopping by.
OK, wait. There’s more! But you probably guessed that, right? Nudism/Naturism won’t save the world, but it can make the world a better place. Now, I am not going to go into the usual spiel about body acceptance and freedom. Too much nudist rhetoric is hyperbole, and its end-goals arbitrary. Like I wrote in my earlier post, Why Nudism is Wrong*, we don’t need to expose our genitals to see that humans come in all shapes and sizes. Rather, I intend to examine the concrete, practical effects of a world without clothing taboos, a world where public nakedness is not only accepted, but the norm, a world where words like ‘naked’ and ‘nudist’ are superfluous. What kind of world would that look like? And what benefits could we derive from such a…
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What more do I need to say? Check it out: https://youtu.be/PtMN_-H5On0 The Princess of Aenya is now available on Amazon Kindle or direct from me at http://www.nickalimonos.com!!!
While Princess Radia personifies innocence and empathy, Zaibos is her polar opposite, the very embodiment of evil and sadism. Many believe he is a demon, spawned from the fiery depths of Aenya. His monstrous appearance throws adversaries into a panic, and his boundless cruelty serves to confirm the myth of his origins. No wonder Zaibos,... Continue Reading →
It's the end of the world as we know it ... and I feel fine. R.E.M I have a lot of experience writing about apocalyptic events. You could almost say it's my forte. In Ages of Aenya, when the sun expands from a yellow star to a red supergiant, 90% of all Aenya species perish. Millenniums... Continue Reading →
Athalia, Niah, and Liana are the daughters of Davos and Kiki, and the younger cousins of Ecthros. Oblivious to the turmoil surrounding the lands to the north (Tyrnael and Northendell) and south (Ilmarinen, Hedonia), the three girls live an idyllic life in the small trading town of Yefira, which is known for its rolling hills, windmill houses, and proximity to the Tectonic Chasm, a gorge that encircles the planet. Hazel, Niah's rabbit, is being cradled by four-year old Liana, the youngest of the three girls.
I try to steer clear of politics at Thanksgiving dinner, because I can get pretty passionate, and because my brother happens to be a Trump supporter. But when the subject turned to taxes, Bernie Sanders, and the evils of socialism, I had to chime in. What my brother fails to understand, as I think most... Continue Reading →
