It is Spring of an odd number year, which means today I renewed my Advanced Cardiac Life Support certification. And, I spent the morning trying to bring a synthetic man back to life.
After several attempts at defibrillation, a lot of epinephrine, and way too much mouth-to-mouth, he did revive and made me sole heir to his fortune. (Which is unfortunately all made out of plastic.)
But in the end I did come to the conclusion that it is easier to bring someone back from the dead than to write a novel.