✍️ How to write a novel in 90 days
Step 1: Be a maniac
What is Zoocracy about?
A guard at a DHS facility catches a detainee writing a secret animal-tale memoir for his young daughter who may never know him—and breaks every smart protocol by getting involved. Until the walls close in and Officer Dexter must choose between the uniform that protects him and the new friend who needs him…or let one more truth disappear into the shadows.
Zoo•oc•ra•cy | n. Government of animals, by animals, for animals…
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⏳ Why now, why 90 days? Read about what’s at stake.
🔎 Who is PK Weaver? About the author.
⏱️ When’s it coming out? Shooting for early 2028.
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Read a sample from Zoocracy
Excerpt from chapter 1 – Nightshift Shadows
Like clockwork the kitchen workers emerge first, in their crisp white uniforms. Released pod by pod in sleepy pairs and clusters…long before dawn no matter what time of year. Yawning, rubbing their eyes, stretching as they shuffle in plastic clogs toward the kitchen, through hallways half lit by dimmed fluorescents high overhead.
I watch them pass from the observation window in Security 2—feeling a little thrill, knowing I now have less than three hours left in my shift. And the last couple go pretty fast, with all the activity of daybreak.
The radio at my shoulder crackles, confirming the sanctioned movement in the halls; and I reply per protocol. Once the Boulevard is clear again, the housing block back to its nighttime stillness, I note the time in the log and head out for my final rounds in the quiet dim.
At five AM the lights will flick on in the dorm pods, and brighten in the halls. Five-fifteen everyone better be ready for count.
Then those with cafeteria privileges will head to breakfast, while everyone else waits in their pods for their prepackaged meals delivered by drone.
Before wakeup though, usually the nightshift is peaceful and uneventful. When people ask what I do, it sounds tense and exciting, full of adventure and danger, especially when I’m in the mood to tell stories…but honestly my job is mostly downtime. Everyone’s asleep pretty much. If not, they’re working on something specific with a supervisor. Meaning I have plenty of idle time to think about things outside these walls. Too much sometimes…
But then occasionally something happens that shatters the routine, disrupts the flow of solitude—and I can’t help remembering a phrase I grew up with: How is tonight different from all other nights?
Tonight at four-something in the morning, I leave Security 2 to start my rounds per usual, making sure the magnetic door locks behind me. But as I turn up the Boulevard—out of the corner of my eye I see a shadow slip from B Street ahead of me and dart down the next hall.