Have you ever gotten one of those terrible, sinking feelings in your gut as you watch a TV show or movie? The OMG-I’m-writing-this-thing-right-now feeling? Ugh. Happened this weekend. I was just vegging after errands and the original Stargate (the awful film, not the awful cheesy TV mac-franchise–sorry, Cynnara) was about half over. I remember how cute and young what’s-his-name was, and watched for a bit. Then it hit me. OH NO! SciFi Egyptians. Sort of. With technology, sort of. Oh just freaking marvelous–the premise underneath my WIP. My meisterwerk, my “this one will finally get me somewhere” book.
I know there are only about 7 original plots (or am I confusing that with the Kevin Bacon game?), but crickey, I was really using Stargate as the backdrop of my new fantasy. Is it senility? Is it that stuff gets in the brain and rolls around for a while and becomes part of your own personal cultural backdrop until you forget you didn’t make it up?
Sooo, my monuments are going to get flatter and all my Egyptian names are going to become Babylonian or something. AAARGH. Has this happened to you? One reason I can’t really get into vampire books is because I read THE vampire book, ya know? (It’s a related thought, honestly.) Okay, gonna hear it about that one.