December Book club!

Hey, friends.

I was musing on twitter the other day that I kept feeling like I needed to interject more interpersonal drama into the buildup to the climax of The Origin of Storms but that I just didn't have the heart for it. It's 2020 and all I want from this narrative is these people to set their differences aside, own their shit, and come together like fucking grownups to fight the existential threat bearing down on their world.

So that's the way I'm going to write it.

And it occurred to me that given the last four or five years, that's all I want from all my literature. It might, in part, be why I'm having such a hard time enjoying many books right now.