Still writing furiously. I don't know if I'll have enough Christmas tales in time for a decent sized book but I'm typing with bleeding fingers here. Time is running out if I want it available for Christmas day. The eBook version is no problem, I intend to have that out ready for all those new Kindle users on Christmas morning but the print version will have to come by post.
When I get stuck I work on the dystopia. In an Email conversation recently, Angry Exile asked if this fictional world would have compulsory fun runs to keep the drones healthy.
I said no, because Health and Safety have banned running. Only properly qualified and tested runners will be allowed to go above walking pace and then only on designated and inspected running tracks within specified times.
I thought, that's pretty far out. Well into the realms of utter absurdity. Surely I can get that in the book before some Righteous idiot gets started on running? Too late on the thought crimes, the loonies already want to arrest people who shoot Xbox characters in games where the aim the game is to shoot characters who aren't real using guns that don't exist..
But running, I have to be ahead of them on that one. Must be. Surely they can't even have taken the first steps in the denormalisation process.
There is a deepening head-shaped dent in this desk.
Nothing is too insane for these people. I take some consolation in that there is only one of me and hundreds of Righteous out there. I have to imagine all the madness while they each have their own designated bit to concentrate on.
I still think they're stealing my ideas.