A Talk With Thomas

I'm going to be honest here; I had all but given up on this story. My stress was making it difficult to even put a coherent sentence (or thought) together, and I began to think that it was doomed to remain in limbo until I finished my big move and got away from all the stressors.

Thomas, apparently, wasn't having that.

Out of the two of them, Thomas is the more outspoken twin. He rarely censors himself, much like the person from which he was drawn from. That person caught my attention about two days ago, when he did something so amazingly stupid that I wanted to hop a plane, fly overseas, and smack him with a bag of coins. Granted, it wasn't a life-destroying stupid move (more embarrassing, I think), but it was still stupid. I won't go into detail about it here for fear that it will reveal who my inspirations are for these characters, but I will press that it was one of the stupidest things I have heard someone under the age of 25 do in awhile.

Anyway, this stupid action stayed on my mind. Eventually, as characters sometimes do, Thomas started running his mouth.

"I think you were focusing the climax of Forbidden Children on the wrong twin," he said to me.

I tried to ignore it.

"Think about it, think about what we are. Because of what we are, we will never be completely in control of ourselves. Everything about us, even our abilities, will be out of our control."

I was lying on my bed half-asleep when this thought entered my mind, and I sat up. I went straight for my computer, knowing that it was after 1am and I was due somewhere work-related at 6:45am. I didn't care; Thomas had given me a new direction for my novel.

That was early this morning. I haven't looked over what I wrote (I'm about to), and I'm sure that some of it will be utter nonsense. My hope, though, is that something in those two pages will stick. Perhaps something will stand out and give me something to build on. Maybe the whole thing will get scrapped.

Even if nothing in what I wrote is useful, it gives me hope that I can make the second half of Forbidden Children work.

I really should send both of the knuckleheads, Thomas and his real life counterpart, a fruit basket.

PS- Forgive me if my grammar seems a bit off, but I am VERY tired. (sleepy smile)