One also needs to consider just how often this kind of stuff happens in real life. I once bumped into a friend from Boston in the middle of the London. Turns out she was staying in the bed-and-breakfast two doors down from where I was staying! (And, no, there wasn't a science fiction convention in town.)
And when you start dealing with specialized professions, like starship engineering, this sort of thing multiplies like mad. I've actually ended up writing cover copy for the same book twice--at two different publishers! Or discovered that the illustrator for some new story is an old artist friend of my girlfriend's . . . .
Coming soon: "Six Degrees of Jean-Luc Picard."
And when you start dealing with specialized professions, like starship engineering, this sort of thing multiplies like mad. I've actually ended up writing cover copy for the same book twice--at two different publishers! Or discovered that the illustrator for some new story is an old artist friend of my girlfriend's . . . .
Coming soon: "Six Degrees of Jean-Luc Picard."