I am a crazy people watcher! Especially at airports! I think there’s something about the heartache of leaving and the joy of reunions that make it especially fascinating.
I like arriving early for my flight then sit opposite a gate with a cuppa (or a glass of wine depending on the time of day) and watch as people stream out from a skywalk into the arms of the people waiting for them. Or watch those tearful farewells and long, sexy dont-leave-me kissing.
I’m not sure when exactly tentacles first creeped me out. Perhaps in my teen years, when in one of Laurell K. Hamilton’s novels Anita Blake or Merry Gentry roots a tentacle. Possibly in a hospital, unless that’s a different sex scene. Needless to say, I no longer read either series.
Does an author have exclusive rights to the world they have created in their book, or series of books? Would you say intellectual property trumps the captured imagination of the fans? Can an author really ‘Lucas’ their franchise with sequels, reboots adaptations or revised editions to fulfil their fantasy, just because they had the idea in the first place? Or does the world, once set loose into the public domain, belong to the readers as much as the writer?