This particular story was about these sysadmins who were battling computer viruses, meanwhile a shit storm of threats to humanity were unfolding all around them like bio-weapons, nukes, bombs. It was an excellent story that ended with some serious hope.
That sense of hope is what makes awesome dystopian literature, even just a glimmer, and what I really hope to nurture in my novel The Harvest. In fact, I have the ending mostly done. At the same time, I like bitter-sweet endings, so that may alter where the novel goes. It's not quite formed, but the outline is there.
Anyway, my brain is in play mode, and I'm watching House of Cards. I started Season 1 this week. Which is all to say that this is the first time I've woken up early and haven't hit the novel first, so of course, I'm going to discipline the beast and write for an hour. Of course.
Here's to deep ideas (none of which I've had yet) and serious writing discipline. #Resist