The release of Corporate Torsos Need Not Apply happily coincided with an upswing in the Black American revolution for social justice and sadly coincided with a global pandemic. I hope the former succeeds and the latter dies out.

I’d had a dry run on my book launch, leap year extravaganza, but by the time I published, it was no longer a good time to party.

Instead, I went flying. If you can’t launch your book, you may as well launch yourself. It was nice to get out of the house…way, way out of the house, after three-plus months of isolation. The Sahara dust cloud had already hit the United States, and there was a haze, but I could still see quite a bit.

There’s a part in Corporate Torsos Need Not Apply in which the earth’s magnetic field weakens so significantly that planes start falling out of the sky. I had a half-memory that decades-ago me had researched this and determined its viability as a plot point. But current-me was too lazy to fact-check past-me, so I thought this would be a good way to verify. By the time we got up in the air, I decided against mentioning it to my instructor pilot.

Sometimes the best thing you can do is keep your mouth shut. And fly.

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