I was going to share a page of the novel with you fine folks, so you can see why I've struggled with it these past months.

But internet's wonky, so I'm out on a walk instead. 🙃

The novel is an anti-nationalist Thucydides in space - meaning one half has my historian recounting decades of nebular strife a certain way, while survivors of massacre take another path.

I wrote 3/4s in July. I'm revising chunks now, but some of the material... just gives me chills in its even greater relevance today.