I Blame Timothy Hutton
Every time I watch the Nero Wolfe TV series from the early 2000s, I think about how Rex Stout intentionally wrote Nero and Archie as eternally the same age, but constantly adapting to culture as it changed from the 20s to the 70s. They didn’t ever get older but they DID acquire a television. Eventually.
And it makes me want to sit down and write a modern-day Nero Wolfe novel with an Archie who goes clubbing and is tethered to his cellphone, and a Wolfe who finally broke down and bought a tablet but insists on only using it for reading books, and Fritz probably has a youtube cooking show, and Lily Rowan runs a super hip startup and owns a microbrewery on the side or something.
Then I sit down and try to write it and remember that I don’t know how to write murder mysteries and I am aspiring to fill shoes WAY bigger than my feet. And I make sadfaces and put it away until the next time I watch the show.
It’s the best and also most frustrating vicious cycle ever.