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In the beginning, there was a blog.

A science fiction and humor blog, to be exact, built by a little-known yet optimistic writer named Rhonda Jones as she sat with her aging laptop on the floor of a small apartment in Bucharest, Romania. First and foremost, it was to be an experiment ...

And here it is. I decided to see whether the Earth would explode if I wrote a novel online. I know. It's a foolhardy thing to do. Civilization as we know it could come to a crashing halt. But my curiosity knows no bounds. Below are blurbs on my novels-in-progress.

Good Morning Galaxy (working title) – If you like Douglas Adams, Doctor Who and Monty Python, then you’ll like this one. That’s the theory I’m laboring under anyway. It's the story of an Earthman who discovers he isn't an Earthman after all. He is recruited as a member of the Quillifaxian Time Agency by an 899-year-old Time Agent who is very determined to retire by his 900th birthday. Lots of fun stuff, including an official beverage, a cast of bizarre characters and the Pleasure Mall that thrives just beyond Earth's atmosphere, hidden from human view by The Veil.

Grace – This is a good book for anyone homesick for Firefly/Serenity. Less humor, more action, although it does have its funny moments. Here is how it begins: Aside from her first mate, a strange man named Valentine, Jess Anders is all the crew there is on board her scavenger ship, Grace. Work is scarce. And if things weren’t bad enough, a System Central officer is shooting at them.

You will also find articles and short stories. For a while, I seemed to be possessed by the intellect of Steve Pavlina, but I'm over that now. You can still find a slew of personal development articles here, all neatly corralled into their own little pen. Some of them have been converted into humor articles. Others are just sitting there looking surprised. You're welcome to read them as long as you don't make sudden moves or loud noises.

And that, as they say, is a ham sandwich. Sally forth and enjoy yourself. Have a few laughs. But whatever you do, don't touch the green goo.