First off, sorry about the lack of writing-related updates lately. I’m working on several short stories, submitting them to anthologies and such. This puts A Family Matter (formerly Just Past La Grange) on the back burner for another week or so, then I plan to push on that right up to World Horror in May.
So, last night I was reading Ed Brubaker’s excellent comic series Sleeper before I went to bed. It’s a story of a superhuman operative who’s under deep cover in a criminal organization. It’s brilliantly written, and the work of Brubaker’s career.
Well, about two hours after I finally fell asleep, Shawna wakes me up because I’m talking in my sleep and shaking the whole bed. When I woke up and saw her, though, I knew three things as fact:
1) She was a government double-agent.
2) I was a government double-agent.
3) Sooner or later, Shawna would find out, and then I’d have to kill her.
Lucky for me (and her, come to think of it), I eventually realized who I really was. I apologized to SHawna for thinking she was a spy, and then I went back to sleep.