It seems that Murphy, God of Strange Coincidence and Chaos-for-Your-Own-Damn-Good, thinks I ought to be working on “that novel” today. Or repairing the faded paint on the t-shirt my clone-sibling brought back for me from Meteor Crater, Arizona, several years ago. Or both.
Given the time of day (my clone will be home from the university soon), I don’t have enough time to get any real writing done before I will no longer have the house to myself (I don’t like writing when there are other people around, especially when I may have to worry about being too ‘loud’ with the viewpoints), so I guess I’ll be fixing that t-shirt first.
As he was walking out the door, my clone-sibling said something about mapping today. (They’re doing something with stratigraphy; it’s a course in geoarchaeology, after all.) But… Maps? Really? Now? (Here, have a link to a YouTube clip that should explain the “I make maps” thing.)
Anyway. I’m blathering about sources of inspiration (go ahead, try to find the similarities — ’cause you won’t) because of something posted by LR just recently: a review of my clone-sibling’s second novel. Good review — five stars — but part of me wonders about the comparisons he makes… (And another part of me says, Better if you don’t ask. To which I reply, Shut up, Geoffrey — you’re not even here right now. Go deliver that message Drake gave you, or something. And try to keep Deegan out of trouble while you’re at it. Although it would probably be good for the plot if he didn’t keep Deegan out of trouble — I’m still somewhat concerned about the limitations of powered armor and the fact that nothing at all can be worn under it, because I know Deegan won’t like not being able to keep that ‘souvenir rock’ of his… I wonder what Drake would think of Deegan, too. Should be interesting to find out — and I mean interesting in a May you live in interesting times sort of way.)