#beetcore

V sidled outside, expelled the repugnant beet odor from her lungs, and replenished it with a great gulp of woodland air. With pebbles crunching beneath her clogs she dashed across the path, wove through a row of identical plexiglass greenhouses, and dodged into a smaller, more delicate structure tucked between two stubborn trees. Inside the little greenhouse, the air was cooler and drier than the beets demanded. Smelled better, fresh with the soapy stem-scents of vining plants. An F.M. radio droned through tinny speakers. Demonstrations have once again erupted into violence in lower Watson... Local groups are frenzied over the latest Militech protocols... Eighteen dead, thirty detained after an explosive clash with— "Christ," V grumbled, muscling the sliding doors closed, "turn down that rubbish, please."

after over a year of having a follow-up to crescent plotted out, i've started writing it?? i finally got to that mental inflection point where the "nobody will read or like this" fear sublimates into "i can do anything i want" empowerment ! plus i've got a bunch of weird narrative challenges i created for myself & an ending in mind that i'm not 100% sure how i'll get to, and historically that's been the right mix of bullshit to get me going