I’m Kyle Pratt and Through Many Fires, A Time to Endure, and Braving the Storms are books in my most popular series.
The Final Duty audio book was produced with the help of my sons, James and Robert
Sitting in my dining room on a cold winter day signing books for fans.
The first copy of a new book.
I’m Kyle Pratt and thank you for visiting my website. As an author, I write post-apocalyptic, science fiction, and speculative fiction novels, novellas, and short stories.
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I’m retired but I have several jobs that keep me busy.
I spend most of my day writing manuscripts for books, opinion articles for my other website, The Conservative Alternative, blogposts like this one, or social media posts. Those are the usual tasks that consume my day but I still have another job.
After years of procrastination, I can finally check this off my bucket list. Yesterday, I passed the amateur radio technician class test. With a bit of luck, I will soon be a ham radio operator. I say “bit of luck” because I’m dealing with the government. My call sign must appear in the Federal Communications Commission license database before I can go on the air. These guys are like the DMV of the airwaves so, who knows how long it will take?
Just as it was opening this morning, Lorraine and I arrived at the Southwest Washington Fair entrance. It had been hot all week and we had talked about not going, but this morning there was a touch of autumn coolness in the air. So, we jumped in our car and traveled to the cities. I said cities because the fairgrounds are located between the two biggest cities in the county, Centralia with a population of 18,500, and Chehalis with a population of 8,000. I often joke about going to the big city for something, but I like that I live in rural America.
The winter has been mild, and that often distracts me from my writing.
This morning, as I ate breakfast, several deer wandered into the front yard. At first, I saw only two and informed my wife. If we have apples, she usually tosses one or two to the deer. I got up and looked. There were now six in the yard. I retrieved my camera, and by the time I stepped out to take a picture, there were eight deer.