So I was going to write a big ol’ essay on The Need For Predicting The Future today, but this weekend’s insomnia killed it. I got five hours of sleep on Friday night, three hours on Sunday, and fortunately I slept well last night but now I’m drunk on sleep and damn near falling into snoozeland on my keyboard.
So instead, I’m gonna ask you to do a thought exercise. If you’re a member of the Clarion Echo, my Blog-A-Thon writing community where I’m plotting my current novel (join for a mere $5 donation to the cause!), you’ll know why I’m asking you, but if not, well, y’all can just wonder. But let us posit this:
You are fourteen. You live near some deep woods. A friend of yours has created the most kickass tree-house you can imagine, next to a waterfall and some caves, devoting hundreds of hours to its creation: it’s not just in the trees, but a sprawling, Winchester Mansion-style home looped among the hills and open spaces. It has no electricity (she’s opposed to hauling a generator out here on principle), but it can have anything else a dedicated teenager could haul through two miles of dense woods out to the spot.
What’s the coolest thing in it?
Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.