Yesterday, 21 October 2015, was Back to the Future day. You know, the day when Marty McFly arrives in the future version of Hill Valley in Back to the Future II. That must be why things have turned out the way they have. Time’s just gone a bit screwy. It’s the only explanation.
“Explanation?” I hear you cry. “Explanation for what?”
Simply this: today I delivered Act II of the novel I’m ghostwriting. Nothing weird about that. What’s weird is that I delivered it THREE MONTHS EARLY.
How has this happened? I’ll give you two options and let you make up your own mind. Option A is the aforementioned Back to the Future scenario, in which the quantum fabric of the space-time continuum has become so severely distorted that my fingers have been able to traverse the keyboard of my laptop at approximately ten times their normal speed.
Option B is a scenario in which an imminent career change has enabled me to free up one whole month of moderately free time, during which I’ve pretty much shackled myself to that old keyboard and simply written like blue blazes.
All of which, I realise, just leaves you with more questions: “Is Option A truly plausible?” “Could it be Option B?” “What’s this career change he’s talking about?”
Option-wise, I’ll let you make up your own mind. As for the new job, come back in ten days or so and I’ll tell you all about it.