If you've read my blog to date, you've seen me mention how I'm walking away from Horror, which even before the cultural catastrophe we're about to wade into, was always top of mind for me.
That said, I still have some backlog I'm working through -- books I've written in years past that are even more relevant now, as we descend into nightmare.
And while it's even less likely that people might want to read such books (I'm thinking more escapist fare might be desirable for the fraction of the population who still reads), for me, these works (there are a half-dozen of them) will represent a personally cathartic venting of my pain and rage at the death of our democracy.
Artistically and creatively, I need to exorcise these literary demons within me and get them out into the world. If nothing else, they'll bear witness to my anguish in a literary form.