So I was reading Nancy Nall’s blog this morning — and you should, too — and ready to chime in that the interest rate in 1979/80 reached 18 percent. Or did it? I grabbed the notebook in which I had all my research, referenced in the previous blog post and there was the solution to a problem that has been dogging me all week, a quote from someone not particularly famous in the world-at-large (Dr. John Money) about the “pro-incest” movement that was, according to Time, briefly in vogue, a trend story that seemed to be supported by one organization and one Bertolucci film.
But it gave me what I needed for this particular character as he ambles up to Lexington Market, trying not to think about what he can’t stop thinking about.
Such coincidences are part of the writing life and part of life in general. Yet we beat up (most) novelists who avail themselves. (Dickens and Shakespeare are completely exempt from this.) An old topic around here, but it will never cease to fascinate me.
Anyone have an amazing coincidence they’d like to share?