I have gotten so little done on my sequel, Grip of Dust, since all this went down. My head's not in it. I can't just continue on and just let Purge be. It's not getting the draw it deserves, and after years of prep thrown to the wind, this sits about as well as smorgasbord of taquitos. Now, Grip is still 70k words in and entirely plotted... but I have an unstable job, a two-year-old, and a new baby on the way.
Just wish it would write itself, damn it