I've also been outlining a sequel to Some Fine Day, which imagines a world that's experienced eight degrees or so of warming. The first book focuses on hypercanes, which are basically hurricanes on steroids (see Super Typhoon Haiyan), but the other all-too-real impacts of severe climate change stagger the imagination as well. Wildfires. Tornados. Outbreaks of nasty tropical diseases where they really have no business being. Like dengue fever in the state of California. Mass extinctions of species, and fleeing of survivors toward the poles.
Sometimes I think we'll get it together in time to avoid the worst. Sometimes I think our leaders can't be THAT stupid and short-sighted. They live here too. They have kids and grandkids, don't they? How much evidence has to pile up before they do something (like, I don't know, standing up to fossil fuel interests)? Is more than 9,000 studies an adequate number?
Then I remember that 20 years—20 years!—of yearly U.N.-organized meetings have accomplished, right, pretty much nothing at all. Emissions are actually growing in many of the richest countries (yes, I'm talking to you, Canada, Japan and Australia). The rest (Hey there, America!) aren't great either, although I'll give a shoutout to China, Germany and Iceland. Nice job. Especially Iceland. Because, God, you guys are unbelievably cool on so many levels. Did you know that one in 10 Icelanders will be published authors in their lifetimes? And they lead the world in gender equality?
Anyway, Book 2. Depressing, but I do enjoy the plotting process, where you just get to sit and stare into space and occasionally shout "Hell yeah!" and jot something down in a binder. We're skating toward the precipice, but there are still miniature dark chocolate peanut butter cups and if worse comes to worst, we can always put Iceland in charge. Skál!