Hey folks. Been busy writing books. Sorry I haven’t talked much.
So, I came across a story today by Washington, DC-based author, Ruthanna Emrys. It’s called ‘The Litany of Earth’ and it’s one of the most hauntingly beautiful Lovecraftian shorts I’ve ever read – told through the eyes of one of the Marsh family, now scattered to the winds after the U.S. government’s assault on Innsmouth. Delicately written and deeply sad, it’s a darkly wonderful look at the other side of the so-called outer darkness.
I really urge you to read it.
At this point in my literary career, I doubt that there will be such a thing as a ‘romantic subplot’ in my cyberpunk/future noir fiction that doesn’t end up being poisonous or otherwise utterly destructive to my characters. I mean I’ve already had two books where a ‘romance’ happens, and one is a hormone-fueled crisis fling that dies hard before the story even gets started and the other turns out to be the product of heartless chemical manipulations via implants.
I really should just be nice, but it’s so…boring, otherwise. Doomed affection is just more fun to write.
Unless of course, the act of having a healthy romance would be subversive to the environment as a whole. Having a totally chill and stable romance in the worst dystopian conditions is pretty punk rock.
I don’t know what a therapist would say about this…these are the thoughts that keep me out of the good schools.