Hello, internet. Quick announcement, then I’ll let you go.
The book is called The Winnowing. The easiest way to explain it: reverse Hunger Games. With comedy.
Instead of an arena, the richest people in the city are drawn from a hat, and one of them is exiled into the wilderness. Everyone loves it. It’s kept the peace for fifty years.
Until one morning Anna Drummer, a worker at the city dump, wakes up with $100 million in her bank account.
She knows she’s fucked.
I’m six books into my writing life now, and people often ask me what shelf my worlds sit on. The honest answer is they kind of fall through the cracks. Dark comedy, high personal stakes, flawed people with big hearts screwing up. Think Becky Chambers crossed with Andy Weir, with a dash of Terry Pratchett.
That’s me. And that’s this new book.
The Winnowing. Coming… when it’s ready.
