Still reading Ngaio Marsh as I circle around the You Again rewrite. Also reading a book on idea journals (kind of collage journal) and one on crochet stitches because I’m into scarf season and one on cats in an attempt to understand Emily. My iPad refused to recharge the other day and I panicked because what am I without my Kindle reader ? (Reading on the laptop is much harder.). How do people who don’t read make it through the day? Or worse, the night?
Still thinking about the new Good Omens audio. What I need is a sample to listen to. Because I could crochet scarves while I listened.
Since I torched my stove, I’ve been microwaving everything, which has led to me figuring out how to microwave everything, which has made me happy. There’s a plastic container called Fasta Pasta that is making me very happy because now I can make noodles in the microwave. And a set of dishes called Anyday that are designed for the microwave that I’m loving. There’s a thing to do bacon in the microwave that I have not experimented with, but I am hopeful. And of course the egg poachers that I bought are terrific, although I still haven’t managed to arrive at poached eggs yet; what I mainly get are shell-less mostly hard eggs that are terrific for egg salad and salads with eggs and snacking; soon up to try: deviled eggs. So I am working on my microwave skills and having a wonderful time.
Also, am forced to work on You Again because Bob keeps sending demanding e-mails like:
“What’s it about? Just kill a few people. Add in an alligator.”
“You need Bigfoot. Is it a murder mystery?”
“How does the murder mystery affect the romance?”
“Do you have a conflict box?”
It’s annoying as hell except that answering him has been extremely helpful in focusing the story and showing plot holes and weaknesses so, as usual, he is necessary, even though the follow-up “Book done yet” is inevitable.
Tricia asked: I was wondering if there are any interviews you’ve ever done that talk more about your journey to becoming published and the challenges you faced, starting your career later in life. I’d especially like to know more about what in you did prior to becoming a published writer, and what encouraged you to pursue it. If not, would you be willing to either reply to my reply or make a post talking about it?
I’ve done a million interviews but most of them are lost in time (as they should be). So here are the answers to your interview questions (g).
The dogs are pretty small, but the cat is very large, so that constitutes the necessary quorum for a three-dog night as we have finally dipped below freezing. I am tremendously amused by the pile of heat-radiating fur on my bed, all three all curled up together. (My asthma doc is less thrilled, but we’re talking quality of life here.) And of course it reminds me of “Joy to the World” and “Eli’s Coming” and “Easy to be Hard” and “Mama Told Me Not To Come” and . . . well, basically getting high in the seventies. Yes, I’m old.
I’ve been doing a massive reread of Ngaio Marsh (no, I didn’t know why) and got to the beginning of Swing, Brother, Swing, which is all letters from different people in the story to each other, and I thought, “Ooooh, I want to do this.” But I CANNNOT start another book, I have to finish the ones I’ve got going, so I thought about You Again, which I haven’t worked on in years (that’s the one I lost big chunks of), and which has another one of my hellaciously long set-up intros, and I thought maybe I could do that epistolary opening there and cut out about twenty-thousand words of ramp-up-to-the-real-story. So that’s why I’m rereading Ngaio Marsh: to send me back to my Crusie version of Christie-Marsh-Allingham mystery (I-should-be-so-lucky).
Also there’s a new audio of Good Omens that has Tennant and Sheen repeating their characters. I don’t like audio books, but for Tennant and Sheen . . . except it’s twenty-six bucks. Argh.
On the comment hearts: Does anybody else have hearts that till start out plain (black) and turn red and add a like when you click on them? Because I do, but it’s my blog and that often changes what I see from what you all see.
On Krissie’s surgery recovery: I have her Care Package done but I don’t want to leave the house. I like it here. So maybe Thursday. The problem is that I have to go to the DMV first (license expired) and I don’t wanna do that, either. But at least the package is together.
On an old books: I reread an old mystery I knew I liked, but I’d forgotten the beginning was a series of letters, and I like that so much that I thought about using that for a new intro to You Again. So once I’ve though that through, I’ll run it past you all to see if that’s better or worse than the old beginning. (The old beginning is bad, massive info-dump-through-chat, so the new intro will have to be mega-bad to be worse).
On the house: I have a new nine-week plan, one room at a time (the rooms are small, nine in a thousand square feet) until the place is spotless, just in time to start the new year. BIG PLANS.
Okay, I’m not a fan of the cold and it’s November tomorrow, so the cold has arrived. Not horrible cold, I can still go outside in shirt sleeves, but I shiver. The good thing about autumn cold? It’s not awful, it’s invigorating and it makes me appreciate cocoa again, chocolate that warms me from the inside. Lovely stuff. So cocoa weather makes me happy.