The home of tomorrow, today

It's been awhile since I've popped up here on a Wednesday, and I'm embarrassed to have slacked off the pace. What else can I say but that sometimes life happens? Between promoting my last novel, writing my next novel, and steering my way through a potential nervous breakdown, it juet doesn't leave as much time for the Wednesday essay as I'd like. I appreciate your undestanding, and hope you'll bear with the captain here as I navigate the rapids for the next little while.It does make be yearn for the past, even the recent past, when things seemed to be a lot less complicated. It also makes me wonder where all those time-savings devices are that we were promised back in the day. Was it just another hoax perpetrated on us by the creators of The Jetsons? As it turns out, we have good reason to wonder if our present look anything like the future that was imagined in the past. Readers of my book Darkness in Primetime will know that some things, unfortunately, came all-too, but others fell,…