Pangaea: Eden’s Planet


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A Love Story, 250 Million Years In The Making Seven astronauts en route to Mars encounter a time warp in space that disables their ship. Crash landing on Earth, they discover an alien planet sixty million years before the dinosaurs. Pangaea, the super continent, is filled with danger and terror, as they must survive against fierce reptiles that ruled the Earth 250 million years in the past! 


I recently wrote a post entitled, A Discourse on B-movies, Comic Books, Pulp…and Swamp Thing. That post was in part inspired by Tom Johnson. You may recall I have blogged about Tom Johnson’s kindness and expertise in the past (found here), but today I want to write about one of his latest works, PANGAEA: EDEN’S PLANET.

Let me say, I have long been fascinated by Pulp, but it wasn’t until I picked up this book that I realized I hadn’t ever really read Pulp….unless you consider Sherlock Holmes early pulp fiction, but that is an argument for another time. I’ve read a lot of comic books, I’ve watched a lot of B-movies, and I’ve seen a lot of parodies of Pulp fiction on TV – all of which overlap – but I can’t recall a single book, so delving into Tom Johnson’s work was a treat for me. What’s not to love about ray guns and spears, spaceships and jungles, volcanoes and monsters… beautiful, beautiful prehistoric monsters? I don’t know about you, but they leave me with tingles all over.

In Tom’s words,

Pangaea: Eden’s Planet is a character-driven novel and focuses on seven astronauts on a mission to Mars to begin a terra-farming project after a nuclear war on Earth. But problems arise when they enter a space anomaly that disables their ship, sending them back in time. The planet’s gravity pulls them back to Earth, where they crash land on an alien world 250 million years in the past. Their mission now turns into a survival situation, as fierce reptiles of the Permian Period, as well as explosive nature, endangers their very lives.

What I love about Tom’s work is that when you immerse yourself in it, you feel like you are reading something authentic, written by an expert. I took so much pleasure in the security that the language, setting, and characters were being handled exactly as they should. I never once felt jarred by a term that felt disingenuous or a plot device misused. Plus, there were so many instances where I thought I should have seen something coming, but I just didn’t…I was too lost in the story. Take this small snippet from when the ship first finds itself in danger…

Lightning bolts of pure energy sparked and criss-crossed the tornado-like funnel in a spider-web of violent beauty, at the far end appeared to be a gaping monster’s mouth. But the plasma would not let them go, tossing them around like the prey of some monstrous space creature. 

Oh, how I love this kind of prose.

And not to go off on a tangent, but I just had to share this beauty from another one of Tom’s works, a short story entitled, The Black Cat.

The room erupted in gunfire as those .38s spewed deadly lead towards four murderers. Rapiers of red flame lanced the air in the apartment, bringing swift death on hornets’ wings.


So if you are looking for a fun, fast-paced action-adventure check out PANGAEA: Eden’s Planet.

If you’re looking to delve into the world of Pulp, I highly recommend you check out Tom’s blog, PULP DEN.

And finally to find more of Tom’s work check out his Amazon Page.



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Tom Johnson was a voracious reader from childhood beginning with the Golden Age comic books to classic literature. Exciting adventure stories entertained him until he discovered science fiction and hardboiled detective mysteries. By his early twenties, he discovered The Shadow and Doc Savage pulp reprints in paperbacks, and was hooked on the fast-paced action novel. This led to collecting and research, which eventually interested him in writing. Today, he still loves an exciting action novel over movies and television. Tom and his wife, Ginger have received numerous awards in the field for their work in keeping the old stories in the spotlight for new readers seeking escape in a thrilling adventure novel.



A Discourse on B-movies, Comic Books, Pulp…and Swamp Thing.

If you’ve read my bio, you know that I am a lover of B-movies, comic books, and Pulp. I still remember very clearly coming to my parents one day at the age of maybe 13 or 14 and announcing, “I’ve just watched the best movie ever.” Of course they inquired as to what this cinematic gem might be, and I replied, “Swamp Thing”.

Needless to say, they were not overly impressed with my choice, and I think, if I’m remembering correctly, I got a lecture on the representation of women in film. But that didn’t stop my love for classic B-movies…or comic books, or Pulp  in general.

You see, the thing I love about these art forms is that they probe the deeper, darker, scary reaches of our minds (Freud’s id, Stephen King’s primitive alligator brain, etc.). Furthermore, they provide a snapshot, not just of an individual’s demented thoughts, but, to misuse another psychological term, a kind of collective unconscious of different sectors of society at particular times. These forms of entertainment like to theorize about what is bubbling just beneath the surface of polite society. They luridly fictionalize the anxieties people harbor (whether they be gender, racial, financial, or technological, to name just a few)…or worse, the fears they fear other people harbor (I think this is what makes zombie apocalypse stories so compelling. I consider myself civilized, but if society breaks down, will others stay civilized? Will I have to become a monster to survive? I don’t even own a gun…I’m Canadian! It’s a bit of a paranoid loop that ends in mass destruction.) I should also mention that part of the appeal of these art forms is not just the thrill/fascination that comes with fear, but the psychological reassurance they provide. I also clearly remember reading Stephen King as a teenager and thinking, Oh thank God, I’m not the only one who has these thoughts. In fact, this guy may be worse than I am. And he is a bestseller! So lots of people must think in less than civilized ways…at least some of the time. Essentially, the message I received was I’m not alone, and I’m not bad.

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Now, herein lies the danger. Critics of these movies, magazines, books rightly argue that consumers shouldn’t consume these deviant messages, feel the reassurance, and take that to mean that it’s not only okay to have these thoughts, but it’s okay to act on them. I agree. I did love Swamp Thing, but when I try to recall the actual movie all I can really remember is Adrienne Barbeau running in a tight fatigue top while screaming. Not a great aspiration for a young lady (although to be fair, I think she was a running, screaming scientist). So perhaps impressionable children shouldn’t be allowed to have at these forms of entertainment…at least, not without their critical thinking caps on. But I also believe that art is the perfect forum to express anxieties, to theorize about the make-up of society, and to put a thought out there to be torn apart. And I will continue to consume, deconstruct, and enjoy these genres with great vigor.

Hmm, I wonder where I can get a copy of Swamp Thing?

Thanks for reading!



Murder, Pulp, and an Agent…oh my

That Wizard of Oz echo doesn’t quite work, does it? Oh well, this post can’t wait for anything better!

I have been neglecting my blog, poor thing. What can I say? I’ve been busy, busy, busy, and I subconsciously decided to rest on the laurels of my “Chewbacca: Perfect Sidekick or Perfect Date” posting over at Penny Dreadful Reviews. (I really didn’t think anyone would read that one. Who knew?)

Here’s what I’ve been up to:

1) I Got an AGENT!

Hurray! The wonderful Natalie Lakosil over at Bradford Literary Agency has accepted me as a client. I think will write a “How I got my Agent” post at some point. Despite the little voice in my head nattering away that no one really wants to read that, I devoured those types of postings when I was submitting to agents, so we’ll see.

2) I’ve been reading PULP!

Oh yes, my friends I have been knee-deep in prehistoric monsters, ray guns, and pistols that shoot leaden death. On my immediate To Do List is post on Tom Johnson’s Pangaea: Eden’s Planet. If you’re searching for a taste of real pulp, check it out. It may be for you.

3) I’ve been dabbling in MURDER!

Oh yes, I’d tell you all about it…but then I’d have to kill you. Yes, I did just say that. I’m not proud.

Now for those bloggers who were very vocal (read: threatening to take precious stars away!) with their expectations of a sequel to SIDEKICK, don’t worry. I’m working on that too. I know. I know. I also hate it when books don’t tie up all the loose ends. What can I say? Once I got a foot in the publishing door – thank you Escape Publishing – I wanted to hang around for awhile. I’m ridiculously excited about what happens next for poor Bremy. For all you readers who wanted to dig deeper into the characters, well, it’s coming. Oh, the emotions! And there may or may not be a grizzly bear on the subway and a shark tank too…actually, maybe just one of those. I wouldn’t want to go overboard.




I think I need a stern talking to…

I was originally going to say that someone needs to yell at me, but I really don’t like being yelled at, so let’s stick to the stern talking to.

Why am I inviting this upon myself?

I’m procrastinating…again. Unoriginal I know.

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(I’m not sure this .gif really fits, but I love me a little Batch)

All signs are currently pointing to a productive work day. My darling husband is wrangling the kids. The entire day is free of appointments. My eyebrows are neatly plucked. In fact, the only tasks left to me include foraging through my refrigerator for a nice bit of cheese and checking and re-checking the internet to see if anybody loves me today. (Spoiler alert: nobody does…yet.Maybe I should go refresh some pages.) So with all this spare time, you would think I would be writing up a storm. But therein lies the rub. If you are as intimately acquainted with the dark arts of putting things off as I am, you know that only makes things worse.

That being said, the terrifying yawn of time available to me is not the real source of the problem. You know what is?

I’m almost done a manuscript.

That’s right. There’s just a little more to go. But that little bit…well, it just seems horrifying, doesn’t it?

Hence the talking to. I know I’m going to get it done. I won’t procrastinate forever. I might, in fact, even enjoy getting it done…someday…and I know I’ll LOVE it when it is done. Then I can start showing it off to people with the near delusional pride of a parent toting a newborn.

All this is true. I know it’s true. And yet when I sit down to write, this happens:


Okay, so who’s up for the challenge? Who would like to let me have it (probably because he/she/your choice are procrastinating themselves?) Come on! There’s a little comment box just below.

Oh dear, did I just invite the internet to yell – scratch that – give me a stern talking to? Maybe I should change my request to “What do you do when you’re procrastinating?” Nah. I like living on the edge.


Side note: I promise my next post will not be on procrastination. I think it will be on something I love, like Stephen King (unoriginal, I know), purple prose and/or pulp, but I got to finish this damn manuscript first!