Shout-out to anyone else who sometimes needs A Moment to process how profoundly immature the world is.

Sometimes, when writing explainers, I feel an overwhelming sense of futility.

Last week, realizing my agent didn't even grok the anti-propaganda themes in my war trilogy made me acutely aware that markets aren't primed to want work reevaluating our history and cultural givens.

We want stories that sing in-group safety and self-righteousness back to us.

O we small and fragile creatures, eh?