How did people ever manage to write novels before Google or the Wikipedia? Anything you want to know, whenever you want to know it, right there at your fingertips. Or before laptops equipped with iTunes? Any mood you want to be in, done! Flickr gives me pictures of pretty much anything I want to see. Blogs give me the real life experiences of any kind of person I want to read about. And I just spent Dylan’s naptime on Google Maps, looking at satellite images and street-level walking views of city I have almost no chance of visiting for real, but silly enough, chose to set a fat portion of my novel there anyway.
So I have the whole world in my dining room, and that’s pretty cool.