Twitter IS useful, after all!
So yesterday afternoon, I was sitting in a parking lot waiting for Ramón to come out of a computer parts store (he’s still working on the Fassbender-bot for my birthday, bless him). As I cooled my heels, I started idly paging through Twitter and came across the following tweet from one Mr. Misha Collins, known for his humorous tweets, numerous good deeds, and the brilliant cooking show Cooking Fast and Fresh with West! (and some show on the CW, I forget the name):
— Misha Collins (@mishacollins) April 28, 2013
And suddenly the Muse whacked me over the back of the head with a two-by-four, gleeful bitch that she is. I quickly responded that this was relevant to my interests, thanked them for inspiring a new book idea, and got down to outlining on my smartphone. As of today, I have the working title (Two to Tango), the plot (fast, fun SF caper novella — art thief inadvertently kidnaps cranky art conservator with a dark past during a heist, a ruthless police official implicates the conservator as the art thief’s inside man and sends them both on the run, and hijinks ensue!), and the first 2,245 words. With a good tail wind and some late nights, I should have this ready by mid-May for submission.
And they say Twitter is a useless time sink. Oh, and here’s the opening sequence for Two to Tango:
Sean McClellan loved this part of a heist.
He moved quickly through the darkened access hallway, his mimetic bodysuit taking on the colors and patterns of the scuffed grey wall. Body heat was diverted to sinks in the boot soles, rendering him essentially invisible to both standard and infrared cameras. His faceplate, a thin-film computer monitor, turned the shadowy hallway into a brightly lit corridor. The worn industrial carpet underneath deadened the sound of footsteps, not that there was anyone around to hear them. Not tonight.
Not unless they wanted to die, anyway.
He checked his heads up display, noting the time. Eighteen minutes before airtight bulkhead doors would slam down throughout the Novy Vladivostok Museum of Art and History and the atmosphere would be sucked out of the entire building, replaced with a sterilizing gas designed to kill artifact-destroying bacteria. The fact that the gas would also kill any humans still in the building guaranteed that it would be empty.
Which was perfect for him. The museum couldn’t have picked a better time to do their yearly sterilization sweep, the night before their newest exhibit went on display. He’d already done the tricky part: bribing underpaid planetary border agents for access, parking his cloaked ship directly over the building and using a custom worm app to open an hole in museum security that allowed him to enter from the roof. Now all he had to do was hack the electronic lock on the workroom, break into the safe where his target was stored, retrieve it, and get out before sterilization commenced.