In fact, I know I am — because I bumped up against the words “THE END” at the bottom of the manuscript. This is with respect to the new short story I’ve been working on lately. I still have a couple of things I want to thread into the story before I’m officially ready to tell myself I have a first draft, but at least made forward progress and stopped relentlessly editing the existing material. It came in at about 2200 words. Maybe 2300 or 2350 by the time I inject the missing material. Which means it will probably end up at about 2000 when I’m done grinding—er I mean polishing—it.
I was pleasantly surprised to find a copy of The Brass Verdict in the mail last night. This is the next Michael Connelly novel, due out in October, which brings together half brothers Mickey Haller (of The Lincoln Lawyer) and Harry Bosch (of just about everything else) for the first time. Connelly has a knack for courtroom drama that he hasn’t explored much in his novels, and Haller isn’t cut of the same cloth as Bosch, so I’m looking forward to this one. Don Winslow will have to wait a little longer. I had The Dawn Patrol queued up to play next.
Anyone planning to gamble some laser beams on recording Fear Itself tonight? I haven’t decided yet. There’s been one good episode and one stinker thus far.
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