This morning, I woke up overhearing a conversation between couple of secondary characters in my brother’s novels, so of course I had to jump out of bed, run into the other room, and try to type what I’d overheard before it faded…
I did manage to get enough of it written down that I’ll be able to remember, at least, that it happened. Not that I have any idea what made me think of it in the first place.
Because I’m in a weird mood at the moment, I’ll even tell you the gist of the conversation: Brennen talking with Geoffrey, because a place they’re both quite fond of had recently been… Well, badly damaged is a polite understatement. Basically, there was a world war, followed by terrible plagues, etc., on Geoffrey’s home planet. Don’t ask me why Brennen liked the place. (I could tell you, but then I’d have to make you forget. Not that it would stick, but whatever.) Anyway, Brennen tried to tell Geoffrey about having experienced something similar once, and Geoffrey replied that he already knew about that. Awkward…
If I can find the rest of the conversation again (I know just whom to ask *evil grin*), it’ll probably show up somewhere, in one of my short stories if not in one of the clone’s novels, because sometimes metafiction is fun with dramatic irony outside the story.
(I nearly blathered at a fellow blogger today about why seeing mention of Dune and the Vorkosigan Saga in the same blog post makes me laugh. Yeah… So what I’m saying is, if Jason Grey is in a dark mood and putting cinnamon in his coffee again, we’re not gonna let Jon have any, because that would only encourage Drake to say something pointed.)
Yesterday, I was having a lot of pain in my right leg, and I commented that if it were the left leg, at least the pain would be useful. And he knew exactly what I meant. He replied something about wanting to get back to work on Project Brimstone soon… (Brief explanation: there’s a secondary character in Brimstone who was injured a few years before he entered this story, and now he usually walks with a slight limp due to damage to the muscles of his left leg.) This is probably why my twin bought me a six-pack of Angry Orchard when he was out earlier today. It’ll help me with writing stuff peripheral to Brimstone (like that short story Corey-the-human tried to help me expand — not his fault I haven’t been able to do so yet) if I can, as I said to Paul, “drink something that’ll make Farmboy feel nostalgic.” (Paul doesn’t mind in the least — at least I’m not drinking coffee, right? *Mental note — buy fake coffee before the solstice*)
And… speaking of coffee, I am very disappointed that I missed the launch of the shuttle taking the crew of the Roald Amundsen up to the ship in orbit. The Amundsen is already on its way out of the system, and I didn’t even notice until a couple of days ago! I’m their author (although one of them would use a different word — too bad I don’t know his native language to know what that word is), and they should not do anything this big without informing me when it happens.