Goodreads recently pushed out their latest ‘Ask an Author’ question: If you could travel to any fictional book
world, where would you go and what would you do there?
I
guess you should thank them. This way
you can hear my thoughts on something a bit more traditional than the future of
human-machine romance (Ah, Those Realistic, Unreal Partners) or worry about my calculations for reading 110,000 books (You Gotta Love the Optimism).
But the
question is a simple one for any author.
I’d go to one of my own fictional worlds. Why?
Well, look at some of my recent reads.
1803 Ireland? I wouldn’t last a
day without the Internet. Marooned on a
space station with a serial killer? Do I
need to explain why I’d pass on that one?
And all the worlds with vampires and werewolves? Those species seem sort of respectable now,
but I bet they’d regress to the creepy, scary versions if I visited. Besides, why take a chance on an unknown setting
when I have all the inside knowledge on my fictional worlds?
It’s not even fictional. I can snow-bird there. OK, it’s not exactly tropical in January. It’s even cold at night, but Nevada’s nights
are all day in St. Louis.
I just have to
avoid a few square miles out on the Nevada Test and Training Range and I'll be just fine.
What Goodreads?
I have to go to the exact setting of the
book? Forget it. I’m staying on my laptop where all I have to
worry about is carpal tunnel.
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