We have had not one but two small earthquakes here in Southern California and it is strange. On Sunday night we were enjoying dinner with friends when all of a sudden our table started to shake from side to side and all the plates rattled. My first thought was that my neighbor downstairs, who is a fabulous set decorator, was renovating again and drilling into the ceiling, "Oh G must've got a new chandelier," Jeff's first thought was, "bloody subway," and only our American friend said, "earthquake," and she said it so calmly. I on the other hand made everyone get under the dining room table, including the dogs. You can't stand in the doorway of an art deco building, it will collapse, I know, I was on "team earthquake" at our old place.
In other worlds, my new novel finally revealed one of its secrets to me...a key to my protagonists past, and a new character emerged. I was thrilled it when I had that little breakthrough, and on that day too...my earth moved.