Tonight is my first official night of work on the new book.
It’s called Finity. It’s about an insurance salesman at the end of the world. My aim is to write a funny book about climate change. How hard could that be, eh?
There’s a great website called SciTalk. It’s a directory of scientists in varying disciplines, tired of seeing their field misrepresented, who are making themselves available to writers. This way the writers get their facts straight and the scientists get the chance to be portrayed as something other than stereotypes.
So as my first official act of working on the book, I contacted a handful of people through the website and got two responses right away — and great ones. Climate change is such a huge issue, and there are so many complex layers of science to it; it feels really good to have some experts in my corner.
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My scanner died. I wanted to include a cartoon in an e-mail I was writing to the whole company at work, but the thing is just broken — and I’m good at diagnosing and repairing these things, so I’m convinced the hardware is dead. From sitting there on my desk. I hate that. So I took a picture of the drawing with my mobile phone and managed to make that work, then ordered a new scanner. It wasn’t that expensive, but the waste really bothers me, both the money and the big piece of useless plastic. It’s not like you can fix this stuff.
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Okay, I’m leaving the PC, going over to my bed, and I’m going to start piecing this story together. It’s Burns Night, and I just ate my usual goop for dinner. But I figure doing writing work is a pretty relevant way to mark the occasion.
