I got into a debate with someone in a forum over Dead Sea, and while the debate was somewhat circular, I didn’t really mind because we were discussing a fiction book. In this kind of debate, I can be called wrong for having a different view of the book and still not lose my cool. I can get very passionate in my beliefs, but not so passionate that I think the other side of the debate is wrong.
However, after several rounds of back and forth discussion on the same point, I finally was let in on the joke: all throughout the evening, I’d actually been arguing with none other than Brian Keene himself.
As I said in the forum, you know that moment when Daffy Duck picks his bill up after getting it shot off? Yeah, that’s a bit like how it felt. But even if he was messing with me, getting to talk to him was pretty cool.
See, while I was arguing rather unsuccessfully over this one aspect of the story, I still got to say indirectly, “your story inspired me, and I thought it would be cool to play off of the same premise, but take it in a different direction.”
No, I didn’t get to make my point all that succinctly, which is why he may be thinking of me as an idiot now. But I did get to talk to him, and that’s…well it’s very cool, really. I’m sure I said that, but I’m writing this after being up for 48 hours, and if you want lucid, this is not the best time to get it.