I think I decided to give up writing my WIP altogether today. That time-travelling muse who dictates what I write (a nicely ambiguous use of the verb there) is reticent about it, which is portentous. However, I have just this moment resolved yet another detail about my original novel from 2011 as compensation. My muse is always willing to offer explanations apparently so long as they don't violate the time directive.
The climax of my novel involved the time capsule (which is never called a time machine in the story) being marooned outside of time for 999 hours. This was evidently inspired by my angel and I being delayed for nine hours when our original flight home from holiday in 2017 was cancelled (the full details being very complicated). I presumed that I extended the nine hours to 999 for impact in the story because nine or even ninety-nine wouldn't have been dramatic enough, but now I have realised that this was actually a bit of mathematical juggling on my part. Although the threat was a delay of 999 hours the crew actually managed to return home after about two weeks, which is almost exactly a third of 999 hours. Well, in another sense a third of three nines is just one nine, isn't it? QED
Oh, I am just so pedantic.
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