I’m very excited to be starting my next book on Monday. It’s got a kickass concept and a villian who scares the crap out of me. I’ve been brainstorming all week, but still don’t have a lock on my hero and heroine. I guess I’ll be discovering them as I go.
Since I’m also going to try to productively obsess for the month of June (I tried last month, but there were too many special events going on) I’m going to try to update the blog daily with what I’ve accomplished on “BLOOD”. Wish me luck.
you laugh at a nun.
But in my defense, she did her food shopping, and then when she got to her car she transferred her groceries from plastic bags to “green” cloth bags. Then she disposed of the evidence by throwing away the plastic bags.
I guess she wanted to appear “virtuous”.
I laughed all the way home.
Have you ever wondered if writers make better eyewitnesses than the general public? I think they might.
While I can’t speak for anyone else, I do think I’m more, or perhaps just differently, aware than others.
A couple of days ago I was fascinated by a guy sitting alone at the counter in the local diner. He’d ordered a cheeseburger on rye (odd!) which he proceeded to eat with a fork and knife. He also ate his fries with his fork. One at a time. Dipping them each in catsup — which was placed on the opposite side of his plate. The man ate a cheeseburger and fries with precision. (Oh, and he drank his coffee out of a disposable cup.)
Now I’m sure most people didn’t give him a second look, but I studied him. (Hey he’d make for a great, tightly wound, spree killer.)
I watched him so carefully that Long Suffering finally asked me who I was spying on. Busted!!!!
I spent HOURS at a graduation ceremony this wknd, which by definition means my personal space was infringed upon. Okay, I expect that.
But what about personal space, not in terms of people standing or sitting too close, but people who invade my personal airspace?
Like the guy who kept singing “see the usa in a chevrolet”
Or the couple who, as they sat behind me, sang Happy Birthday into a cell phone to a SIXTY year old?
Or the idiot woman who has mastered the obvious. “Oh look their gowns are black” “They’ve got a beach ball” “They’re hitting it around.” “Oh look it’s another ball.” “Hey, they’ve got another ball!” “She’s got blonde hair!” “He’s in a wheelchair.” “He took their beach ball away.”
I somehow managed from screaming, “Shut the #$%^ up!” but why can’t people exercise just a bit of consideration? grrrrr!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/12/science/12fore.html?_r=1&ref=science
Unless of course you have no interest in forensics…
My dear southern fried friend Laura tells the story about how she once missed a workshop she was planning on attending because the flier was lost somewhere in the piles of paper on her desk. It’s a particularly amusing because the workshop was called something like, “How to find your desk”.
Yesterday I spent hours at my desk inputting changes and corrections. I got up to answer the phone, came back into the office, and actually saw the disaster I’d created. Paper was everywhere. Not only could I not see my desktop, but a good deal of the floor was blanketed in manuscript pages. Notes covered the couch (Dog of Death was not happy about this and had knocked some out of his way) and books jutted out like icebergs ready to sink an unsuspecting Titanic.
I cringed at the mess, but at the same time it made me happy because it meant I’d been productive.
Do YOU have a messy desk?
Earlier today I was listening to an interview with Tyne Daly on NPR and she said she “hadn’t meant to cast asparagus” (instead of “aspersions”). That turn of phrase has had me chuckling for hours as I’ve imagined tossing spears of asparagus at folks.
I’m finishing up a rewrite of one of my favorite books and this morning I was thinking that maybe I should serenade it with that song. Whatchya think?
Interesting interview with Lee Child is now up on The Graveyard Shift.
http://www.leelofland.com/wordpress/
What I found so interesting is how little he writes per day. I can only figure his first draft is his final draft….
I tend not to notice punctuation when I read, so I found this posting from Publisher’s Lunch to be quite amusing:
“Peace Corps adventures in rural China, titled Kosher Dog Meat; a memoir from Martha Stewart’s pet keeper”
because in my mind Martha Stewart’s pet keeper’s memoir is titled “Kosher Dog Meat”
