Ain’t gonna lie, y’all. My writing productivity is off the charts now that the club is closed. The irony of the club is that it was highly productive for our members, but it had the opposite effect on me.

I don’t regret anything about the club, but I am happy to feel the freedom to write like I used to. I’m surpassing my daily word counts with ease, and they’re GOOD words.

I sent my agent a timetable for my projects, and y’all are about to get flooded with a combination of non-fiction projects (I still had ONE left to do.) and novels. The novels will be all over the place, from searing satire, dystopic near reality (that’s more and more less near reality), comedy, and treatises on race and sports.