Greg's Blurty

The Next One I'm Not Going To Write
Why do I keep doing this to myself? Or am I the one doing it? Really, this is just a variation of that feeling you sometimes get for no reason that makes you pause for a second or two extra when the light turns green and thereby avoid an accident or the one that makes you get up and look outside because you think that someone is going to hit your car and then someone does in fact hit your car.

If you're a regular listener of Coast To Coast AM, you recognize those two examples. And even if you don't listen to Coast, you or someone you know has had similar things happen. Like you get the feeling that Aunt Edith is going to call you and then the phone rings and it's Aunt Edith. And that's really weird because you play Canasta with her every Tuesday night and it's only Wednesday afternoon and she has no reason to call and more importantly than that, you have no reason to think that she might call.

Now, some people call these things coincidences and write them off as nothing more than meaningless random chance occurrences. Others say that this things aren't coincidences at all (Some go as far as saying that there are no coincidences at all, ever), that they are in fact messages from someone or something somewhere.

And that is what may have happened to me today. Because I had no reason, inclination or motive to think up a novel about a giant real estate mystery but that's just what I did. Well, it's really more than a real estate mystery, but let's just start with that.

It's about a girl who's writing her thesis for her doctorate in architectural history and she picks a rather ordinary building in New York City to write about. She chooses it because it's a little odd, has an interesting history and is reported to be haunted. So she has plenty to write about right off the bat but as she gets into the history of the building, she keeps finding more and more and it keeps getting more interesting.

One of the first big things she discovers that is that her building is just part of a bigger building that covers the whole block...or it did at one time. Many pieces are missing but the pieces that do remain point to the fact that the whole block had at one time been a single building that was designed to look like an ordinary block of separate buildings.

And as she keeps digging deeper, she finds that it's not just one block. It's three adjacent square blocks that were all essentially one building, all connected with tunnels, sky walks and secret passages. And the primary use for it was theater. Seven theaters actually that oddly seemed to inspire the Sydney Opera House. Somehow.

Of course no one believes her conclusions, even though she has ample to evidence to support them, because there is no record of them and how could that be? It was a very large very public building in the middle of everything in one of the biggest cities in the world and yet no one ever talked about it. Not in books, newspapers, documents, public and private, nothing, nada, anywhere.

Then she has a breakthrough when a friend mentions the phenomena of people remembering the deaths of famous people who are still alive and it hits her that her research is telling her that what she really has is the evidence of a trans dimensional shift of some kind. I'm going to ask Art Bell if it's OK to use him for a cameo in that part and if he says no, I'll just make up another radio talk show host who does the same thing.

OK, that was the first idea that I shouldn't have had. The next one was that I should set it in Davenport instead of New York. So I said, fine, I'll set it in Davenport. Then I had the idea that I needed to do both and create another main character who is in Davenport, doing the same thing as the one in New York at the same time.

I said, "Wait a minute, that's going to double my work. I object! I'll do New York or Davenport, NOT both!" And who or whatever was giving me these ideas said, "You don't understand. This is going on all over the planet. New York and Davenport are just the start. They start finding them everywhere."

And that leads to other things beyond evidence of trans dimensional shifts. Really scary things. And then I had another idea but I've forgotten it now...or maybe I haven't and that's just a misleading clue. It doesn't really matter, though, because not writing just what I've got laid out so far is going to take forever. I just hope that whoever or whatever is doing this to me is proud of itself.

Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: Coast To Coast AM----Art Bell, WOC AM 1420