Last Friday I was visited by a Detective from a sci-fi realm. The sort of dude I imagine leaping across the creative void from his world into mine. And he came bearing the most inappropriate of names – Dirk Hartog. This was the character I mentioned earlier on in the week as someone I would prefer to stay away from my son. A mother’s intuition until Hartog proves otherwise.
Why a hard arsed Detective would want the name of a 17th Century Dutch Explorer is anyone’s guess. A little like my character Marvin Gaye – a straight laced reprodutive scientist – selling himself out to corporate greed “for the good of science.”
I used to joke in my twenties I was an arsehole magnet … maybe my skills are being used in realms I never imagined.
Who am I to question?
Image from University of Minnesota’s International Student Ambassador’s blog.