I was supposed to be working on my novelization of Biomalware. I was supposed to be editing and re-writing, but the Universe had other plans. Let me tell you a little story.
Last week I ordered a few items as presents for an upcoming birthday. Earlier this week, the packages arrived, plus one. I didn’t think too much of it but as I opened the last package and pulled out an item I wasn’t expecting to see, my mind did a few backflips.
It was a red Ferrari logo t-shirt. I had seen this somewhere before, and recently. In my sleep deprived state, my mind struggled to piece it together. I knew I hadn’t ordered it. Where did I see it? A television show that we had watched that weekend. Someone had been on the phone asking if the Ferrari logo was on the front and the back.
My mind reeled. I had seen it somewhere else too, an online store. Was I dreaming? I almost always know when I’m dreaming. I looked in the bag, no invoice or note.
I hadn’t bought it, had I? Was I ordering things in my sleep? Had someone ordered it and sent it to me for the birthday party that weekend at my house? Perhaps one of my siblings?
I checked my invoices. No, I hadn’t been ordering anything in my sleep.
I talked or messaged family. No, no one had ordered it and had it sent.
To add a little more context, I’ve just started watching Doctor Who, the new series. I had just watched the episode where Rose looks into the heart of the Tardis and becomes an avatar, sending the words “Bad Wolf” back in time and space to warn herself.
This was just too f@%*ing weird.
So, last night at writer’s group, I put the story to the group and challenged them to come up with a reason for the package arriving.
One of the group went the way of a horror story. Fine. Not for me, though.
As I drove home my mind continued to work on it, suggesting where the package had come from and why. (Gallifrey, Texas.) I’ve become a bit too invested in Doctor Who and he figured prominently in the explanation I’m afraid.
This morning, while I was showering, the story began again, dialogue writing itself. I’m supposed to see a psychic in a week and apparently she has a message for the main character, saying where the package came from. Little bit of telepathy, he’s not really dead. I had to go write it down before work in order to still the voices.
I think I have a nice little sci-fi story going and it could really turn into something publishable if I just write it and then take out the Doctor Who specific references.
It’s not what I was supposed to be working on, but at least I’m writing again, creating. I’m just going to ride the wave and enjoy it. The other will come in its own time.
Life is strange and wonderful, if you just look at it the right way. Enjoy.
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