#79 wondering what will happen when the world’s resources become scarce


The global scarcity of vital resources combined with the emerging effects of climate change has the potential to unleash a tidal wave of civil unrest and conflict between nations.

The inevitable wave of refugees and the resulting backlash from communities in resource rich countries is likely to eclipse current anti-immigration sentiment and will accentuate the current trend of electing right-wing governments who promise to defend our borders against the unwanted at all cost.

The production of oil, a finite resource, will inevitably decline with alternative sources of energy unable to fulfill an ever-increasing demand of an increasing, energy hungry global population.

Even if renewable energy was able to replace gossip fuels it wouldn’t be able to do so for long. This is because of the scarcity of rare metals used in the production of renewable technologies. In the dystopian future of WHEN THE WORLD RUNS DRY there is very little in the way of renewable technologies because of the inability to find the materials to build or repair these technologies.

Lack of freshwater could soon lead to conflicts between or within nations and there are already those who view the Syrian conflict as an example of a conflict fueled by water shortage.

Earth has lost a third of its arable land over the last 40 years and the need to feed increasing populations will excert increasing pressure on countries needing more arable land than they currently possess. For many years there have been fears of Chinese land grabs, most notably in Africa.  The most recent Chinese land grab scare has been in France.

The important thing to remember is that absolute scarcity does not need to be on the horizon, a simple disruption of supply is enough to cause conflict. In the recent truck drivers strike in Brazil, day one saw queues at petrol stations and within 24 hours people were cyphoning fuel out of each other’s tanks. Society is covered in only a very thin film of civility.

Mass extinction is likely to result in shortages of certain foods and as demand exceeds supply, societies will experience shortages of a range of products.

The International Energy Agency claims that the demand for oil in 2035 can only be met by supplies yet to be ‘found’ or ‘developed’. However, other analysts feel this target will never be reached as a result of environmental opposition,  corruption and conflicts, leaving the world with a shortage of supply.

In his book Constant Battles, Steven LeBlanc, director of collections for Harvard’s Peabody Museum of Archaeology and Ethnology, notes that many ancient civilizations experienced higher levels of warfare when faced with resource shortages brought about by population growth, crop failures or persistent drought. Jared Diamond, author of the bestseller Collapse, has detected a similar pattern in Mayan civilization and the Anasazi culture of New Mexico’s Chaco Canyon. More recently, concern over adequate food for the home population was a significant factor in Japan’s invasion of Manchuria in 1931 and Germany’s invasions of Poland in 1939 and the Soviet Union in 1941, according to Lizzie Collingham, author of The Taste of War.

My own book, When The Well Runs Dry, looks at what life in a resource scarce society might look like and what challenges the occupants might face. I would be interested to hear your opinions and have set up a Facebook Group to discuss the possibilities explored in the book. I hope to see you there.

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#78 Running a Facebook Live Q&A Session

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If you missed my Facebook Live Q&A session you can still see it here.


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#77 Running a launch competition

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When the Well Runs Dry has been launched today.

It is available now at a special launch price of $2.99 (or equivalent worldwide). You can find the book on Amazon.comAmazon.co.ukKoboGoogle PlayiBooksNook on Barnes and Noble and all major online retailers.

If you do decide to get a copy of the book then please leave me an honest review on Amazon.com or Good Reads. Reviews help the book to get noticed by other readers and helps it to become qualified for book promotion sites like BookBub.

As a launch competition, I am giving away five signed copies of the book. To win one of these fantastic prizes, all you have to do is to email me at mj@mjdees.com with the first word of Part Two of the book. The first five people to email me with the correct answer will win a signed copy each.

Also, don’t forget that tomorrow, Monday 13th August, I will be hosting a Q&A session on Facebook Live at 9pm GMT, 4pm EDT and 1pm PDT. Send any questions you might like me to answer via email at mj@mjdees.comvia Twitter, or leave a comment on my Facebook page.


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#76 Planning a Facebook Live Q&A Session


With the launch of WHEN THE WELL RUNS DRY only a day away, I am continuing to plan my launch timetable. One of the elements of my launch procedure is a live Q&A session on Facebook.

As this is my third novel, it is also my third live Q&A session. I happened to rewatch the initial portion of my first two attempts the other day and was horrified by how many ums and ers littered every single sentence. So that is my goal for this session is to speak a bit more fluently about my third novel or about whatever the public would like me to answer.

This latest live session will be on Monday 13th August 2018 on my Facebook page at 9pm GMT, 4pm EDT and 1pm PDT. If you have a question you would like to ask me, either about my current book or the previous two books, or even the next two books then send your question to me via email at mj@mjdees.comvia Twitter, or leave a comment on my Facebook page.

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#75 Preparing book three for launch

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Preparing my third novel for launch has involved making last minute changes to the manuscript, submitting the novel for book promotion sites, creating ads for Amazon, Facebook and Bookbub. I have created new banners for this website, Twitter and Facebook and loaded new versions of my previous two novels to all the online retailers.

To let my followers know the book was on its way I emailed an extract to my mailing list and I’m sharing this extract with you today.

The book will be launched on Sunday, August 12th at a special launch price of $2.99 (or equivalent worldwide).

January 28

The rain stopped, and I picked through the rubble to see whether I could salvage anything from the ruins of the house. I could still get water from the river, but I could not be sure what bacteria lurked within, so I needed a pot to boil up some water before I could drink. I had taken a lighter so could start a fire but I had to find something in which to boil the water. In the rush of leaving the house yesterday, I hadn’t thought to take any pots, and they had stolen the entire contents of the kitchen before they set fire to it. In the end, the only thing I could find that would hold water and withstand fire was the enamel bath, which, if I set it at an angle would hold some water. I had no issues getting it downstairs as it had fallen through the floor during the fire, but I had to drag it all the way to the stream to wash it, which was no small task regardless of my age, and then actually washing it was not easy without much in the way of equipment. The trucks they brought must have been large as they had taken just about everything including the Pelton wheel and the batteries. They even took the broken fridge and freezer. Perhaps they could fix them. The problem, having washed the enamel bath as best I could, was how to stand it at an angle with a fire beneath one end. The answer came in the form of rocks which I gathered from around the property to construct a base on which I could stand the bath at an angle with a gap underneath large enough for a fire. Do you remember the border I have for one of the vegetable beds, made from the bottoms of plastic two-litre drink bottles? I washed out a couple of these and used them to fill the bath. I used the kindling that I’d stuffed in my coat pocket and found some dry wood in the wood pile which remained only partially damaged. This way I was able to boil water in the bath and make some mint tea by picking fresh leaves from the garden.

I have to admit I am feeling a lot less pragmatic than yesterday and a lot more pessimistic about maintaining my life here.

January 29

It rained all day today, and I spent all day in the shed with Molly thinking about what I need to do to try to rebuild my life. It feels like this time I have lost everything. It felt like that when you left, but it feels even more so now. I have no pans to cook anything. I have no tools to tend my garden. I have to boil water in an old bath. I sleep in a shed.

I don’t know how long I can go on surviving like this. I sometimes wonder whether I should have confronted them when they came and let them kill me.

Surprisingly they left the compost toilet untouched. They didn’t even take the porcelain bowl.

I have a bar of soap, but it is too cold to strip off in the river. I saved this diary. I don’t know why. Perhaps I still harbour the hope that one day you will come back and read it. Even if I am not here.

January 30

Something amazing happened today. In fact, two amazing things happened. I was walking through the woods and found a couple of stray chickens. I managed to catch them and took them to the chicken coop. On the way, a chicken under each arm I caught sight of a goat. A doe. I hurried to the coop, locked up the chickens and was about to go back for the doe when I realised I had no fence to keep her in. The chicken coop was composed of three smaller coops with space for layers, broilers and cocks. If I kept the goat at one end and the chickens at the other, with an empty compartment in between, what could go wrong?

I got some dead branches and swept out the chicken coop as best I could and then went to get the doe. It was not an easy task, but I managed to gain its confidence and got it back down the hill and, with only a little struggle, into the coop.

I’m now saving all the goats meat for Molly. I’m on a vegetarian, raw food diet, eating whatever I can harvest. Jerusalem artichokes, parsnips and carrots, mainly.

Maybe these small miracles are the start of something new. Maybe I can find a way.

January 31

Raining again today. Another day in the shed and another miracle happened. Miracle in my world, probably not in anyone else’s. Both chickens had laid an egg this morning. During a break in the showers, I managed to boil up some water in the bath and the eggs with it. I stuck some Jerusalem artichoke, parsnips and carrots in too, not forgetting to take some boiling water out before the veg went in so I could make a mint tea. It’s funny how smells evoke images. I haven’t washed in a while, and I smell of smoke, amongst other things. I caught a whiff of myself, and it took me back to my childhood at scout camp.

I don’t think that I’m going to be able to stay here. I’ve lost the seeds that were in my seed bank, so I only have what is already in the ground, two chickens and a goat. All the careful planning I had put into surviving the collapse theydestroyed in one stroke. There’s always the possibility that there might be seeds in the sheds in some of the gardens in the village. They seemed to burn the houses and take the tools, but they don’t seem to burn sheds, and I very much doubt that they are bothered about growing their food. If it’s not raining tomorrow, I’ll go on another scouting expedition, and this time I’ll be more thorough.

By this time I should have started a lot of seeds in pots and the garden. I still have what’s in the polytunnel and greenhouse, but that’s not going to see me right through the year.

Out of everything I’ve lost this week I think I miss my books and my music the most. The days seem to drag now, and I wonder whether it is worth it to exist at all cost. What do I have to live for now anyway? I do have a sense of responsibility to Molly and her unborn kittens and maybe to the chickens and the goat. I don’t have the means to butcher them now anyway.

Two eggs are just not enough to lift my spirits anymore, and I am feeling more and more despondent about my prospects of survival.

February 1

Another wet day but at least it is warming up a bit now. The nights have been cold without the stove. I’ve been wearing the same clothes for quite a while now. During a lull in the showers, I tried to have a quick wash by the river. I shivered as I undressed and got dressed again while I was still wet, not having any towels anymore.

I had boiled eggs and milk. They seem like a luxury now. Perhaps too much of a luxury given that the limited ability of the garden to feed now has to be shared between the chickens, the goat and me. Molly enjoyed having some more milk. I’m now rationing the remaining dried goat’s meat, assuming that it is going to need to last beyond her pregnancy until she can catch meat again. Never having had a pregnant cat, I’ve no idea how long all of this will take. On nice days, she’s been going out, but she constantly begs me for food, and I doubt I have enough to last.

I’ve postponed my trip to the village until tomorrow if tomorrow is dry. Not having a stove to dry myself, I don’t want to risk pneumonia.

I saw trout in the river when I was washing. I’d forgotten about the trout. I never ate fish, and so trout was not on my radar. Now, with the supply of Jerusalem artichokes, parsnips and carrots getting very low, the thought of trout has become appealing. The only problem is that I have no rods or tackle and wouldn’t know how to use them if I did. If I had just a roll of fishing line and a hook, I might be able to work out a way of catching one other than leaping into the river and trying to grab one with my bare hands. An alternative might be to fashion a hook from some rose thorns and a line from my shoelace. When it stops raining, I might try.

February 2

More rain today but at least it is getting milder, so the nights are less unpleasant. Molly is becoming very annoying with her demands for food. At this rate, the goat meat will not last for very long.

I dreamt about you again last night. I wonder where you are, how you are getting on and whether he is looking after you properly.

I feel lonelier than I used to and think often about how different everything could have been.

February 3

It stopped raining today, so as soon as I had managed to boil a couple of eggs and milk the goat, I headed down into the village which looked pretty unchanged except that some of the bodies which lay in the road had been run over by trucks and were now lumps of pulp.

As fast as I could, I went from garden to garden visiting all of the sheds I could. They had broken into most of them already. Mainly I was looking for old biscuit tins, the standard receptacle for seeds. It surprised me how much I found. At first, I kept the tins, but so many of the sheds contained tins of seeds that, before long I was able to pick and choose which tins I kept and filled these with the seeds from the inferior tins. It wasn’t just tins and packets of seeds I added to my loot. I found an enamel mug and an old tin plate and some of the sheds contained receptacles of useful things like comfrey fertiliser, which I could come back for later. I found a patch of comfrey as well and took some to plant on my land. I didn’t find any pots, pans or utensils, despite checking the kitchens of some houses. They were so thorough when they came, their job was so professional that I imagine they must do this looting on an almost daily basis.

I was very pleased with what I had managed to collect. I need to sort through it all but, assuming that most of the seeds are still viable, I should have enough to keep my garden going though I have to admit I am no longer enthused at the prospect.

February 4

Rain again today. Heavy for most of the day, so I spent most of the day in the shed, sorting the seeds into a planting plan and re-planning the garden in a notebook I found in one of the sheds yesterday.

It was a good hoard of seeds, I only wish that they had left some tools behind. I am going to have to fashion tools out of sticks and twigs. I feel like a bit of a cave dweller. Albeit living in a prefabricated shed. I planned my garden along the lines of the garden I had planned before, with the same crop rotation. Only this time I adjusted the sizes of the beds in relation to my new stock of seeds. My biggest loss has been my seed potatoes. The potatoes I used to complain about all the time. I had stored my seed potatoes in the house, so they had gone up in smoke. Sometimes I have violent daydreams about what I might do if I got my hands on the bastards that did this to my property.

February 5

I got to work implementing my new plan today. First, I planted onions, leeks, lettuce, tomatoes and garlic in the greenhouse along with some marigold seeds, which I will plant out along with the tomatoes when they are ready. Some spinach and radishes in the polytunnel. Some of the lettuces cabbages and onions that I’d planted in seed trays look like they might be ready to plant out soon. I planted some spinach, turnip, and peas out into the garden and covered the pea bed with a sheet of clear plastic, which had survived the raid. I started pots of all the seeds that I had potted in the house, lost in the fire. I put them all in the greenhouse. I also planted lettuce in one of the beds and added compost to the beds according to my new planting scheme.

Tomorrow I plan to plant some peppers and aubergine in pots in the greenhouse. If it doesn’t rain, I’ll plant some radishes, spinach, carrots, peas, beets, onions, sweet corn, cucumbers and cabbages directly into the beds.

I miss the potatoes now. I’m sure I’m not getting enough carbohydrates, and I can’t seem to get rid of this permanent sensation of hunger that I have.

Molly disappeared for the day and came back looking very satisfied with herself. I’m sure she must have caught a mouse to supplement the goat’s meat with which she’s probably getting fed up.

I’m struggling to sleep now. The days and nights seem to go on forever. I keep wondering whether this price of survival is worth paying. I feel I need to look after Molly until she has her kittens. However, after that, I wonder whether there is any point struggling on like this.

February 6

Another rainy day, stuck in the shed, apart from a bit of planting in the greenhouse. I saw another drone today. It came very close to the shed, and this time I didn’t hide. I stood in the doorway of the shed and showed it the middle finger. I’ve decided that I will not run away and hide this time. I am going to stay and fight them. If they kill me, then it will be a blessing to end my suffering.

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#74 Gathering an advance reading team

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Now I have to get down to the serious business of launching my third book and you can help me.

I need your help to be part of my ‘soft’ launch where I release my book to my Advance Review Team to make sure there are already book reviews on Amazon before the ‘hard’ launch.

Sign up to my Advance Review Team and I will send you a free advance copy. I am giving away 500 advance review copies of my next novel WHEN THE WELL RUNS DRY. To qualify for a free copy all you need to do is click on the link below to give me the email address where you would like me to send the instructions on how to download it. All that I ask is that you leave me an honest review and I will send you instructions on how to leave a review – it can be as short as you like.

To join my advance review team and receive instructions on how to download your free copy, simply leave your email address here. I will only use the address to send you instructions on downloading and reviewing the book.


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#73 Choosing the cover for book 3

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I’ve just received the cover options for my next novel WHEN THE WELL RUNS DRY, and I thought you might like the opportunity to let me know which cover you liked the best.

Here’s what the book is about:

In a country divided by civil war, one city stands above the chaos.

Since the system collapsed, citizens are struggling to survive. Marauders are destroying what little is left. But not everyone is quite ready to surrender.

The Alder and her loyal supporters become caught in a life or death struggle to save, not only themselves but those around them. The future of the nation is at stake.

When The Well Runs Dry is the first book in M J Dees’s dystopian series set in a future where resources have all but run out.

Choose the cover of this book while there is still a future in which to read it.


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