doppel or nothin

Well, since the last time that I posted about this subject I have been wondering what is going on with her. If I were a truly paranoid person I'd say that she got all the good karma instead of sharing it. Well, I am truly paranoid so I guess I have to say that if I were selfish and whiny I'd say that. So anyway...
Today I went in at 7:30. I wouldn't normally but we have some long term guests who work overnights and need rooms done by 8 am. So I got to work at 6:30 so I could tweet and read up on the twitterverse. Melissa came in a 7ish. She thought that she had already seen me, in a car exactly like mine, and headed away from the hotel which meant that she should have gotten to work before me. Run on sentence I know. And yet... there I was, typing away.
Melissa told me where she saw her and which way she was headed. I can guess that she lives in the same neighborhood that she grew up in. That is what her grampa said. And that she changes cars about as often as I do. I wonder if her choice in a Ford was purposeful or fated like mine. Read cheapest on the lot. So far as I can tell, she is not a housekeeper in an undisclosed location. Based on the questions the guy at the quilt shop asked me (he runs the machine center) I believe that she works a professional desk job.
I really want to meet her. We have the same taste in everything. And in this podunk small town with big city aspirations (thinking Film Festival) you'd think I could meet her. Or at the very least get a glimpse. There are only about 25000 people right in the city's vicinity. 12-15000 in the city proper. So why don't I ever see her?
If the legend is correct and the entanglement theory being tossed about the quantum physics water coolers is correct, then meeting her would destroy Life the Universe and Everything. Or at the very least the exposure of my molecules to her would cause a gradient decay at the subatomic level and we would "pffpt" evaporate. Now I will grant you that the science of quantum anything is pretty young in le Grande Scheme of Human Existence and that these stories have been around forever. But what inspired the legend? And what superstitious events contributed to legend's longevity? Could that really happen?
I don't think so. But beware... I am prepared to face the consequences and find out. If we don't blow ourselves to space dust and take the rest of you with us then we could possibly be the bestest friends we have been looking all our lives for.

Geek support

I just bought my first ever online item: Wil's How We Roll tshirt from shirt woot.com. It is cool on many levels. But i bought mine for two reasons: spreading good consumer geek karma and because every minion should have one. This is the only kind of peer pressure I will ever actively endorse.

by any other name

So I think this is a bit on the nose: a romance novelist named Rhett Hart.
This is one of the things I like best about the writing process, character building. It is a lot easier than in real life. I can try on a bunch of names and see what fits whereas the rest of us are stuck with our names. In my case, I thank God everyday that my Dad got his hands on the paperwork in the hospital before my mom. Sherry Crocker is infinitely better than the Betty my mom had planned to saddle me with. Yes she did. Here, have a napkin.
Anyway, Rhett is a pseudonym for one of my main characters when wearing his writers hat. Yes, I think a guy could write a romance. How good it would be I cannot say. I don't even know that as the God of this brave new universe that I would let him write a good romance. After all he can't be super jock geek and have his life be all rose petals. How boring is that! Besides, if it was any good he wouldn't need to take a writing class, would he? And then he's just the schlock in the drek and that isn't what I wanted for my boy.
The other fun part of character building is fleshing out the details. Whats he good at? Where are his Kurt Weber flaws for Frasier to find? And how can I show them to my audience without really humiliating him? That's the tricky part. Fun but tricky. And it makes me wonder if I am being a mushy god.
I tend to be really kind to my characters because I want to write happy happy joy. Life isn't like that. It is the biggest criticism I have about Christian fiction, specifically christian romance... its rather flat and platitude riddled. Trust me flat platitudes don't do more than burn someones arse. Writing is about drawing from personal lessons. No one sugar coated them for me. And Kenyon's characters literally go through hell to get to the center of their tootsie roll tootsie pop; it's more compelling that way.
I'm the god of this universe. I better man up.

Plum delish!

So I got my plum colored mouse. I had to since the whole highlight a ginormous block of text was driving me nuts on my tiny little dufus mouse pad built into the laptop. It really is the most inconvenient thing on the 'puter. I never get enough highlighted to make my rearrangements work. So I bit the bullet and bought the mouse. This thing is great.
I want to write all day tomorrow just so that I can use my mouse. Well... not just so that I can use my mouse. I want to write because I finally figured out what I was going to write. And I went to the stationers today and got all my gear together.
Stationers is just a fancy word for Office Depot, I feel more Conan Doyle using that word instead of the big box name. But anyway... off to nappy land.