I stayed up until 2 am this morning writing some extra scenes into my novel after I realized that my narrator doesn’t swim at all in the second part of the book, which just isn’t right. I put in some whimsical stuff about seeing Heraklion, the submerged city that was discovered in Alexandria’s shores a few years ago, and where Helen is said to have escaped from Menelaos.
This morning I woke up and went to read El-Ahram and found out that there’s a new exhibit of the sunken treasures going on in Germany this week. Collective consciousness indeed. It was bizarre, and I love bizarre…and not just ’cause I’m part Egyptian & Greek.