“So he just roots around in our subconscious minds,” Delaney said, “like a raccoon looking for shiny things?”
— From Spark.
I confess to a certain deficit as far as my own attention goes, but I don’t think that makes me unusual. Ours is an ADHD society. But that’s not all bad. Sure, television and video games and the internet have mostly replaced reading, leaving us all so addled and distracted that we can’t keep our thumbs off the channel-changer, but it isn’t a bad thing to have a restless mind. Some of the world’s greatest discoveries were made by accident—penicillin, for instance, and peanut butter cups. It’s like how you find the coolest stuff on the internet while you’re looking for something else entirely.
During the course of writing approximately six novels, I’ve spent uncounted hours doing research on a whole mess of subjects: silk worms, Minoans, ancient sailing techniques, glass blowing, gnosticism, voodoo, exotic bird facts, flying carpets (in case anyone wondered, all that stuff about Solomon and Sheba and the Library Alexandria in Chapter 11 of Flight of the Wren, I didn’t make any of that up. That’s all bona fide carpet lore.) Not to mention endless trips via Google Maps satellite to scout out locations, leading to some amazing discoveries