Before I tell you about our next great adventure, let me say this real quick (especially if you thought I stopped writing fiction while traveling): The Silence Architect, book 2 in The Memory Collector series is now on preorder:
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Now, about the Artic. Drumroll, please…
We're doing a dramatic pivot and move to the Arctic. Well, just outside the Arctic Circle, but eighty missing kilometres don’t count, right? We're moving to a place in northern Sweden where the sun doesn't set for weeks in summer and barely peeks over the frozen forest in winter. Where it's -30°C (-22°F) in January, reindeer outnumber people, and bear, lynx, wolf, and wolverine have dined on Red Riding Hood ages ago.
Not this wolverine.
Is Tenerife too traumatic for us that we now yearn for the North Pole? LOL, nope. But definitely too crowded. Three neurodivergent hermit crabs in a holiday paradise full of humans and their noise? Let's just say our social batteries drained to zero.
But the real reason we're heading north has nothing to do with my personal vendetta against small talk.