My father was an electronics engineer (with security clearance above even that of the man who ran the MOD site he was seconded to from Marconi). He was the embodiment of a mad inventor, his house always full of various half-built, half-fixed equipment that a friend, neighbour or daughter had brought him. My brothers are all versions of him, sharing his fixation with car engines. What happened with me, I’ve sometimes wondered. Well, like you, it manifests in stories. Putting words in “the right order” so they impact in the way we desire. Seeing in my mind’s eye, the “circuit board” that will keep energy moving, be that emotion, spirit, physical health…it’s all the same. Professor Brainstawms, the lot of us.
That's just like my grandfather! He made bomb-timers in his garage during the war, with many left over in his shambolic collection of gadgets. My uncle put the left-overs to good use and invented a cat-feeder with a timed-release trap door so he and my aunt could go sailing for weekends. Somewhere, for me and thee, there was a fork in the road to creative storytelling...
My father was an electronics engineer (with security clearance above even that of the man who ran the MOD site he was seconded to from Marconi). He was the embodiment of a mad inventor, his house always full of various half-built, half-fixed equipment that a friend, neighbour or daughter had brought him. My brothers are all versions of him, sharing his fixation with car engines. What happened with me, I’ve sometimes wondered. Well, like you, it manifests in stories. Putting words in “the right order” so they impact in the way we desire. Seeing in my mind’s eye, the “circuit board” that will keep energy moving, be that emotion, spirit, physical health…it’s all the same. Professor Brainstawms, the lot of us.
That's just like my grandfather! He made bomb-timers in his garage during the war, with many left over in his shambolic collection of gadgets. My uncle put the left-overs to good use and invented a cat-feeder with a timed-release trap door so he and my aunt could go sailing for weekends. Somewhere, for me and thee, there was a fork in the road to creative storytelling...
I had a think, Alistair, but no, I’ve never invented anything….
Shame on you. Bet you could turn a frog into a prince if you tried.
Frogs are nice - why would I turn one into a yucky Prince?