Why don't you believe me?
I was plodding along dedicated entirely to my Nanowrimo when I realized I was liberally borrowing from Barry Hughart's Bridge of Birds (an alternate history set in ancient China, with Chinese mythology a big theme, and there's a quest with two crazy characters, a village boy and a drunkard, who could not be stereotypical if they tried).
This bothers me less than it should because Bridge of Birds is utterly fantastic and deserves to be stolen from. In fact go read it and steal the absolute quality of his book, novels in general will be better off. (Yes, I feel that strongly about it.)
At around the same time, the train ticket controller (whatever the term is) came by a second time and asked to see my train pass again.
Mentally, I performed the following actions:
No, you can't. *eye squint* I paid. I showed. Be gone. *he goes in a poof*
But he said it all politely and everything - though he clearly seemed disbelieving that I had ever shown it to him - so I complied.
I think the distrust must be because of my leggings; at train school they probably learn things like: People in purple striped leggings are NOT TO BE TRUSTED.
So if I could theme my life, this episode would definitely be named 'Highway Robbery'.
From,
A Thief Writer