We were discussing the conclusion of my novel in my writing group. The novel had taken a bit of an unexpected direction. Well, more than a bit. How had it ended up in a woodshed in the wilds of a parallel-universe Scotland? Where did that come from? Jeff said: “It’s like that guy who got on a plane thinking it was going to Oakland, but instead he ended up in Auckland.”
That really happened, and the Internet will never forget. And now I won’t, either.
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