Walking along the canal this morning, Harry had his arms out in front of him (bent at the elbows, like a forklift) and when I asked why he said it was because he was “downloading”. For the next few minutes he kept up his usual running commentary on the activities of his imaginary computer.
I started thinking about my YA book. I wondered if I could get rid of one character but then thought I’d need another character that I didn’t really want to write. I wondered about the love interest: whether one ending would be too obvious, but the alternative too far-fetched. After a few minutes, I tuned back into Harry:
“Oh. Angry Birds is downloaded. Huh. It’s a different picture on the front. It says £100 on this side and just £1 on my side. Oh, that’s okay. It’s transferring from the MacBook Air to the MacBook Pro…”
I smiled to myself. The boy’s in a world of his own. And then I realised I’d just spent the last five minutes in a world of my own too. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, eh?