Spooky

It was inevitable. Deadlines were looming, I had 22,000 words to go. Research was building up at an abysmal rate. I asked myself why? Why cannot I not focus on my work? What was that nagging sensation at the back of my head? What’s missing?

And then one night in a dream (quite literally) it came to me. I awoke and new immediately what was wrong.

“Paul” I said to myself, “how do you ever expect to get any of this work done – when you haven’t watched the entirety of Season One of the X-Files?” Then everything was so simple. I’d only ever seen a couple of episodes before, and they were both years ago. I didn’t even know if I liked it. But I could feel it calling. So that’s what I did. I ordered the very first season of the X-files on DVD. I had no other choice.

And – it’s actually pretty cool. Moulder is brilliant (the character – not Duchovny’s acting) and Scully, well she’s every geeks fantasy. Intelligent, quick, sassy and unattainable. I am slowly turning into a believer. Not in too all the paranormal nonsense, but into mysteries.

Because you see, this is the sexy bit: Essentially all they do is what the average historian does. They piece together old documents; invent strange new theories that link them all together and then set out to prove them. The only difference between me and the ‘oh so seductive’ Moulder is that I sit in my room for 48 hours straight writing up my proof. Whereas he heads out with his sidekick and fights demons.

Still, the parallels are there…kinda. Perhaps it’s the Red bull talking.

In other news I am still reading through the Bible and these Islamic pamphlet’s I picked up and one thing is for sure – the truth certainly isn’t here.

So it’s got to be out there, right?