So I wrote some near future science fiction and then the near future got nearer, and nearer, lurking through the kitchen on sickle claws, and now it’s looming over us like a monstrous anachronism with dripping fangs and all I have is this little book about trees and tentacle robots, and you know what’s so wild? Is how many people who gave me feedback on these stories told me that the future I invented was “grim” and “bleak” when I thought it was optimistic???? And I’m over here now cringing at how painfully, unrealistically hopeful some of it seems. Publishing takes a long time. There’s still room for the future I made up in The Wildcraft Drones, but the gaps feel noticeable already and the book isn’t even out until May. My publisher tells me we need optimistic visions of the future more than ever. She’s been right about everything else so far, so I have to believe her. I know I need them, and I’m glad I wrote this one when I did, because the stuff I’m writing now is very different. There’s still hope in my new stuff, I can’t write anything but hope, writing itself is hope, but it hurts more.
Book tour
Hope is building things. Community especially. So some of the hardest (for me) but most worthwhile endeavors on my plate this year are not writing, but events. I’ve been planning a small book tour but also it’s an excuse to get out of my routine and see friends. I have a full (growing) event list on my website, and I’ll share them here too as they come up. Big ones confirmed so far include Bay Area Book Fest, WorldCon, the Nebulas, and World Fantasy Con.
Stir: Rainy Season — January 22 in San Francisco