I've made a lot of references to this book I'm writing, and I'm trying not to give too much away about it for a couple of reasons. One, I don't want some random person who might stumble across this blog take my idea and write it first. Two, I'd like everyone to buy a copy so's I can get rich and not have to work a 330-1130 (it just doesn't have the same ring to it as 9-5). Thirdly, I'm shy and nervous that you might not like it if you know what it's about. Shut up. I bloody well am shy and nervous. Anyway. One of the best things about writing is creating your own world. And if you write science fiction you can literally create your own world. Actually, it's a bit like being a god. For instance, I decided that a calendar with random numbers of days in each month is silly, so I mostly got rid of that. Of course by doing that I have to think about the number of days a year, which affects the size and rotation of the planet so I can keep an approximate gravity. This playing a god thing is harder than I thought. . .I kinda wish I'd gone to all my AP physics classes now instead of half a semester's worth. No, I wasn't skipping them, I was taking another class in the same time slot. (I'm not sure why they let me do that, but considering they told me I didn't have to go to school at all when I applied, then almost didn't graduate me when I did go for the year, I suppose they probably aren't sure either).

Eroding physics and maths skills aside, I think I want to give my characters a 26 hour day. I know I could do with the extra couple of hours, and I don't think anyone else would say no. Right? In fact from now on I'm going to live as though I have two extra hours a day. I'm not entirely sure of the logistics, but what is the sun that it should boss me around? Just a big gassy ball of flaming hydrogen and helium, and as someone who has always had a mildly (shut it) anti-authority streak, living to a 26-hour clock is the ultimate 'sod off.'

I'll let you know how it goes.