At the sports firm, one of my colleagues put up a trophy animal head in his office behind his desk. The implication is that he shot it himself (I sort of assume that when someone hangs a head), but no one asked any questions. Don’t forget this is downtown San Francisco, where you could be spray painted for wearing fur, probably shot for hanging animals in your office. We have neighbors who have competing “His” and “Her” trophy animal head walls—and this isn’t Texas. I’m talking about the Silicon Valley Outback, which you might think is politically correct and afraid to offend to the point of boring, but that’s not at all the case. So the crazy husband has had his eye on a Jackalope at a cowboy store called Kemo Sabe for me to hang in my office—just for kicks and to poke fun at this practice—no way does the coworker get to have the most macho office in town.  It’s a jackrabbit with antelope horns—a fake hybrid animal like out of Impossible Creatures, but you have to look twice. It could be my Valentine’s Day present.  By the way, the sports firm is the office that inspired False Alarm, but the animal heads haven’t made it into a novel—yet. But I’m thinking they could make a good scene. You ask where writers come up with ideas. To me it’s not waiting around for a Mission Impossible style adventure to inspire you because that rarely happens to writers, and the best stuff comes from everyday events and how you experience them. Everyone has a different lens.