Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
How bizarre! The other night I had a strange dream in which I found myself in a vaguely familiar setting — pastoral, green, definitely Californian, but also working-agricultural. There were machines and implements and not-quite-visible people nearby, doing what they did every day and trying to teach me while they were at it. Then I realized where I was.
I was in my own novel, Parts Unknown. I was apparently a new hand on the Argus ranch right here in Sonoma County, and the people showing me the ropes were my own characters! I was on the verge of meeting my protagonist, Bill Argus, when my subconscious nudged my consciousness and said, Pretty cool, eh? I woke up.
What an odd feeling. No one in that book existed until I made them up, but now I’d reunited with them in their own netherworld.
Sheesh, I wonder if I’ve been doing this too long…
(Oh, this reminds me: you can buy Parts Unknown directly from me, and I will sign and inscribe it to your specs. If you order — via PayPal — let me know if you want the hardback or the paperback. Both are $4.99. What the hell.)