Ah, Crichton. The man who forced me to realize I'm not the big-picture thinker I once thought I was.
When I was a chemistry grad student, and trying my best to keep up with the literature, I came across an interesting paper in the mid-80's. A couple of academic groups were making progress on sequencing bits of dinosaur DNA. They got their hands on some mosquito specimens, preserved in amber of such an age that the last meal of the mosquitos was likely from dino blood. I thought 'isn't that interesting', then promptly forgot about it.
Fast forward to 1990. I'm reading far into the night, fascinated by the recent best selling novel about dinosaurs being cloned as theme park attractions. When I got to the description of
how the they obtained dinosaur DNA, I still recall throwing down the book and shouting 'son of a *****' loud enough to wake my wife sleeping in the next room.
Crichton, trained as a scientist/physician turned author (though he never practiced medicine) had read the same source material as I had, at roughly the same time.
After reading the paper, I had gone back to writing my thesis, which most assuredly will never be turned into a blockbuster film franchise.
Crichton wrote 'Jurassic Park'.