William Scott Anderson

I have always been a huge fan of science fiction and a science nut. I say ‘nut’, because if you are into science like I am, you know the reaction you get when you start talking about it. That “look” they give you and you know that they think you are a nut.

My science fiction books are science fiction, so the science is fictional, but I try not to bend the laws of physics too much. It drives me crazy when science fiction authors write stuff that is so unscientific that my kids laugh at it. “Dad, you have got to read what this book said. This guy must have skipped school.” At least they don’t even try to call any of the Marvel movies science fiction. Many science fiction authors bend the laws of physics so much I would call them science spaghetti fiction at best. Don’t get me wrong, I love spaghetti as much as the next guy, I just don’t call it science. Come on, Ironman 3 was more Linguine than science fiction, even came with a side salad.

My other one big complaint about science fiction and fiction in general is; I hate when the author kills off the characters like he is writing some kind of murder mystery massacre. Then when the author writes a sequel, he has to invent highly implausible explanations to bring back characters he killed off in the previous book. I can just picture the author saying how he loves his characters as he shoots them one after another like tin cans off the back fence. Some authors seem to have “issues” and they take it out on their characters. They hit a rough spot in their story, so they think, “Story needs something here. Hmmm, who can I kill off?” I hate books like that. I still have painful memories of favorite characters killed off by their creators in needless deaths. In my mind I like to rewrite the story so the character doesn’t die. After doing this long enough, I was coming up with better stories than the author did. “Why didn’t he do that instead?” So, I decided to write my own science fiction books, the way we readers wanted them to be

Now for the boring Bio part. I was born in 1959, so I am semi-ancient but only look partly decrepit, so I am "aging well" but unfortunately still aging. At least nothing has fallen off, so far. I remained a bachelor until 2000 when I married my wife Karin and we now have two boys, Forest and Oliver. I have written eight books and number nine will soon be under way. Writing is still just a hobby, which I am always hoping becomes an avocation, if the books sales would just increase enough to qualify. Other unprofitable hobbies include gardening, which does seem to produce just enough to feed every small animal in our neighborhood for miles around. Endless home repair projects which of course lead to more home repair projects. You can't after all just replace one rusty rivet on the Titanic. Fantasy shopping, I put the things that I would like to buy, but don't have the money for with times being what they are, in my shopping cart at Amazon. The idea being if my books suddenly sell in the millions due to a computer glitch at the Pentagon where they end up buying my "books" instead of "bullets," I would place my order for whatever is in the cart. Debating in the Amazon discussion groups, which I had to give up because no one wanted to lose arguments to me anymore, or they concluded I am impenetrably stupid, which is still up for debate. Reading other author's books, and wishing that they would return the favor. Taking long hikes in the countryside, since no one has figured out how to tax that yet, and I can still afford it

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That is me in a nutshell, I will leave it up to you to decide, if that is my natural habitat or not.

Thought I would update this Bio, two more books and the animals won the garden war. Switched to orcharding, which has worked out very well for the animals since they have to climb trees to get the fruits. Now they get more exercise, which they really needed, since they were all getting fat. The Amazon discussion groups went the way of my garden, but without the orchard.

Book number 9, “Dawn of the Flat Earth” is a funny adventure exploring what a flat earth would be like.

Book 10, “Wokeism on the Rocks” is another funny adventure about a woke family who are marooned on an island and are forced to face the realities of life. A fun demolition of wokeism using real life situations and simple logic. For a good laugh, be sure to read the reviews because if this book gets any real sales, the attacks from the left will be legendary.

Will have to see if they can compete with every author’s worst nightmare, the attack of the Grammar Police. My theory on the Grammar Police attack reviews is, the human brain has enough space for one to be a creative writer or a grammar expert, but not both. Instead of being uplifted by a new author’s exciting story or emotional drama, a misspelled word on page 89 sets their hearts on fire. (OK, in my books maybe a lot of misspelled words.) Hopefully my duck decoy books will protect the real talent out there, otherwise I fear AI written books will take over. They will all be perfectly spelled without a single grammar error, but they will have no soul and will be without any heart, and the only people who will love them will be the Grammar Police. You can fight back by buying my somewhat grammatically challenged but fun to read books, before AIs and the Grammar Police complete their conquest of the written word.

Sincerely yours; William Scott Anderson

Activate Protocols book order

1. Activate Invasion Protocols

2. Activate Defense Protocols

3. Activate Reconnaissance Protocols

4. Activate Battle Protocols

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