I sat on the tarmac on my way to Florida for five hours last week (#IloveMinnesotaweather), and while we were waiting, I stirred up a conversation with my seatmate.
“What do you do for a living?” I asked.
“I break into building to check their security.”
#Cool!
Poor guy suddenly discovered the dangers of sitting next to a novelist. By the time the plane took off, we’d plotted a story about a man living two different lives – a spy living in suburbia, posing as a regular guy.
Then came the moment when we had to figure out the first scene. “We need to make him relatable,” I said to 24B. “Someone who the reader can relate to.”
“Why?” 24B asked. “He’s not a regular guy.”