Any fool can write a story about a zombie apocalypse (this is a dig at my publisher), but what about a bimbo apocalypse? I’m just starting a story in which an escaped virus makes 99 percent of women in the world who are of childbearing age, become horny, busty, younger, and mentally immature.

The two main characters: A woman geneticist who is among the 1 percent of childbearing-age women who is immune to the virus; and her young male relative (brother, son, or nephew, I haven’t decided yet).

The front cover will have a teaser line: “Ohmigod this, like, is the end of the world.”

More details later as they become available.