I’m super late to post this week, and I have not much to say except Trump and Musk are unraveling our world and what makes us great at an alarming speed. It’s a dystopia in the making.
I’m still noodling on the romance and have been considering setting it in a matriarchal society or at perhaps a queendom. At present I’m trying to think about all the consequences of that. Building a possible world. Because of a mother’s need to protect her children, she would need to be in control. That’s the beginning of it, but how else would it evolve? And how would a romance bloom inside it? So much to think about.
That is of course when I’m not interrupted with the horrible shit happening all around us. And it feels pressing and weighty and terrifying. They’re dismantling the seed banks!