GN DNA*: The Archeology of Indiana Jones. Or not.
It’s no accident that Clem Hetherington is an archaeologist. Archaeology is the coolest. I know, because I used to be one. I gave it up before I face-punched the next person to ask me if they gave me a bull-whip when I graduated. But I remain insanely interested in history, pre-history and the material record.
I really wanted for Clem NOT to be an Indiana Jones-style archaeologist, but an actual, proper, real life-style archaeologist. I didn’t want to have her chase the Arc of the Covenant or the Holy freaking Grail or - for crap’s sake - alien crystal skulls. I balked so strongly from these ideas that my early drafts of the book started in an honest to goodness college lecture about the Ottoman Empire. Historically accurate and everything. It was the most boring thing I have ever written. Possibly the most boring thing EVER written. Except maybe for actual college lectures about the Ottoman Empire.
This is, I realised, an adventure story. And you can’t tell an archaeological adventure story without acknowledging Indiana Jones. But I remain staunch about some things: the artifacts will not be magical, X will not ever never mark the spot and there will be actual digging with actual trowels. Hopefully not nearly as boring as it sounds.