And the finale: Part 2 of my essay is live on Tor.com. I've more to say on this. The process of writing. The research. What was left out. Why Trump + the internet can ruin almost anything. And next steps. I am not a leader in either movement, but I know what I want to see written. I know what I want see growing in the imaginary worlds that dictate our real one.
I'll do what I can to help. Not just because I have a daughter. Not just because I'm called to make art. I'll help as much as I can, because to do less seems...inhumane. The planet will live on even if we don't make it to it's final swan song into the sun. The universe will not miss us when we're gone. But wouldn't it be the saddest thing to have left this place and not to have done our very best to find each other? https://www.tor.com/2019/10/30/in-search-of-afro-solarpunk-part-2-social-justice-is-survival-technology/
This is a good week.
Made up for last year's botched Halloween costume debacle for my daughter. Celebrated my wedding anniversary with my wife and good friends at Momofuku Ssama. Last but not least, the first part of my essay on solarpunk + Afrofuturism fusion went live at Tor.com. These will be my first professional sales of non-fiction. Won't be the last. Part 2 comes out tomorrow. Now, back to that damn novel.
Not my real name, but it does roll right off the tongue, doesn't it?