A startling turn of events
Had a strange moment the other day. Got an email from a fictional character of my own creation.
My thoughts occurred as follows:
1. Oh hey, I wonder what Whit wants.
2. Wait. Whit is from 1792. He does not have email.
3. Waaaaait... Whit is fictional.
4. AM I GOING MAD?
Turns out there is an actual person in the world who also takes his nickname from his last name, which was Whitford or something like that.
He thanked me for a review copy. I spent the next hour wondering what book the real Whit (and by "the real Whit" I mean "the fictional Whit" of course) would've asked for. But I can't tell you, lest I give something away.
The photo above is of a recreation of Thomas Jefferson's library, which perhaps wouldn't have overwhelmed Whit the college graduate, but would've made Heli pass out.