Before We Go

I dream about space a lot. I was obsessed with NASA as a kid. I used to build model rockets and see how far I could shoot them into the sky. My obsession with the cosmos in high school is the reason I majored in physics in college. Han Solo was my spirit animal — all I ever wanted was to explore the stars with my beater of a starship and a few friends. The closest I could get to this was living on sailboats and traveling between islands, fixing every broken thing and immersing myself in alien cultures. It was this obsession and these boat adventures that led to my first book series about Molly Fyde, a young astronaut who travels the galaxy while getting into hijinx with her motley crew. So you’d think I’d be excited about moon bases, cities on Mars, the expansion of humanity into outer space. I am. But not now. Like so many times in human history, we are doing things out of sequence — because we are powered by urges rather than our wits. Humans have an insatiable urge to expand into…