Spring Cleaning, Grandpa, and the Goblin in My Garage

Hi everybody! You might remember me from my everyday adventure where I was in a tense encounter with a group of raccoons. But wait, you say, that's not everyday, that's strange and unusual. I fully realize that, but it is everyday and normal for me, The Everyday Adventurer.

But that was a long time ago, you say? Yes, but what am I up to now. I am healing my body and my mind.

What does that mean? Okay, I'll admit it, it simply means that I'm cleaning out my garage. Literally. I packed all kinds of junk in my garage, and now I'm trying to sort through it all before Spring gets here.

I'm beginning with the front of my garage so that I can turn it into a tool area. I have three big tool boxes and a work table that I'll put there. I have lots of tools that need to be organized. The last person in my family who ever organized a place like this was my grandpa. So I'm going to dedicate my tool area to him.

Oh wait, you thought I was talking about cleaning my brain. I like my brain just the way it is, thanks. I am literally talking about the everyday adventure of cleaning out my garage. It may be one of my biggest and most challenging adventures yet. 

I packed a lot of garbage and junk in there. I've been sorting through boxes and boxes. I've thrown out more than I've kept. Soon I will defeat the goblin that is my messy garage.

And that's my tale. I know I only post here occasionally now. But that's okay, because most of you aren't even here anymore. You've moved on, but I'm still here, mostly lurking. This is a good place, my everyday adventures.

I'll talk to you later. 

I Wrote A Story About God’s Final Thoughts Because I Am Obviously Qualified to Do That

Let’s just say what we’re all thinking.

Writing a story called The Last Thought of God is a humble act, comparable only to climbing Mount Everest in flip-flops, or rewriting the Constitution on a napkin at Denny’s. Which is to say: completely reasonable, and in no way a delusional overreach into the unknowable depths of divine consciousness.

Did I consult a theologian? No.
Did I reference scripture? Please.
I invented a God and then made him sad, thoughtful, and vaguely poetic.

Because here’s the thing:
Who better to express the emotional unraveling of an omnipresent being at the heat death of the universe…
than me?

Exactly.

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What the Story’s About (Allegedly)

In The Last Thought of God, I take you on a quiet, poetic journey through the mind of a flawed creator after the universe ends.
He reflects.
He regrets.
He contemplates deleting himself like a divine social media account…

…until he senses something drifting in the void.

It’s heavy. It’s thoughtful. It’s… basically a cosmic therapy session in literary form.

You can read the whole story here:
👉 Rat Tales

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What Critics Are (Definitely) Saying

Final Verdict by a Totally Real and Not Invented Literary Critic:

"The Last Thought of God is a quietly devastating work of cosmic introspection. It takes a grand question—What if even God felt he had failed?—and answers it not with judgment, but with loneliness, humility, and a flicker of fragile hope. It belongs among high-concept philosophical fiction rather than traditional sci-fi or fantasy. Readers of Ted Chiang, Borges, or Clarke would find this deeply moving."

— Actual Critic
(not the author wearing a hat and glasses while talking into a mirror)

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Why You Should Read It (Besides the Fact That It’s Obviously Perfect)

• You enjoy stories that take place in the vast loneliness of space with emotional baggage.

• You want to see a god cry. Or at least sigh a lot.

• You like speculative fiction that asks, “What if free will is the reason everything falls apart?”

• You’re secretly hoping for a twist. (There is one.)

• You just love existential sadness wrapped in stars.

Or maybe…
You just want to see how far one writer’s ego will go when handed a keyboard and a cosmic question.

Either way,
The Last Thought of God is ongoing now. The first two chapters are live. And you can read the whole thing for free.
Because if you’re going to rewrite the nature of existence itself… you might as well give it away on a blog.

👉 Rat Tales

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Disclaimer: No gods were harmed in the making of this story.
Though some were emotionally wounded.