Time travel hotel.
That’s it. That’s all I had. It struck me while wandering the McKittrick Hotel during a performance of Sleep No More. What if there was a hotel where you could walk in a room and find yourself five minutes ahead, or ten minutes behind?
I wrote it down and it sat there while I did other things—but I’m a sucker for a good time travel story. It kept calling to me. I thought it might be a good vehicle to write about the assumed power of money. Time travel and financial markets both being largely theoretical.
It kept calling to me even as I spent nearly a year working on a book that, ultimately, never came together.
Welcome to the Paradox Hotel. My next book. Coming out at some point next year probably.