Which is what it was called for a long time. Now it has a title; Lighthouse Island. A dystopian novel which has allowed me the fun of building a dystopic world.

I've been reading a lot of dystopian and science fiction to be sure I don't inadvertently steal somebody else's ideas but it is not possible.

Living through this Texas drought has been grimly helpful in describing a world running out of water, run by enormous bureacracies, (Agencies) where although it is seriously overcrowded there is no Internet, cell phones or those basic structures which allow for our cell phones and computers.

Based on the old Soviet Union where people are happily taken away by jolly agents who pretend they are all going to a wine tasting. Then the arestees are shot. They don't even get any wine.

Nadia is an orphan who would like to fall in love with something or somebody. Dry times, love dessicated to a kind of thin leather substance. This is an overcrowded malevolent Steampunk world of the very rich who are allowed to have cats and dogs and Water Features and then the lower-downs where Nadia fans herself in a dreadful little PR office. She decides to escape arrest and walk beyond the apparently limitless city. To a television advertisement. The advertisement is a vacation spot for the elite, called Lighthouse Island.