This month’s entry in Storytellers Unplugged is called Adventures in Reading.
I wouldn’t mind at all if it rained one of these days. I’m not sure when we last had any (it was a pretty heavy downfall, as I recall), but it wasn’t during the month of June, for which our cumulative rainfall is listed as “trace.” We’re getting temps in the high 90s every day. We went out for our early evening constitutional last night after supper, and fifteen or twenty minutes in that temperature completely resets your internal thermometer. Makes the inside of the house feel cool by comparison, which helps save on air conditioning. At least that’s our theory.
I finished rereading my novel last night, and transferred some of my notes into the master document. I know there are some rough spots–it’s as if I dropped a paragraph in from some other place (always a possibility) or lost my train of thought in places. The book is only 73,000 words long, so there is room for some expansion, too, and I have a few ideas about that. However, before I start any major renovations, I’m going to wait for an upcoming conversation with my agent.
Reading it on the Kindle made it seem like I was reading a “real,” published novel. And not having looked at it this year at all made the prose fresh to me, and there were places that absolutely delighted me. I sure hope my agent likes it and thinks it’s worth working on to get it ready for submission.
Walter Jon Williams quoted my comment about his book This is Not a Game on his blog. If he has trackback for links on his blog, and I have trackback for comments on mine, this cross link might cause an infinite loop that brings the internet to a hault. Don’t blame me if that happens. I didn’t mean it. Honest.
I actually have a lot more time to read these days, during the summer TV doldrums. I watched The Closer and Raising the Bar from Monday night yesterday. The latter is inheriting the trope of the crazy judge from Boston Legal, I think. Jane Kaczmarek’s wasn’t bad enough, so they had to bring in a new, pistol-packing, rule-slinging judge. And the theme of The Closer this season seems to be: where can the final ten minutes, the big interrogation, be staged instead of an interrogation room? Last week it was at a prison visiting station and this week it was in an abandoned house in a failed subdivision. I get a huge kick out of Provenza. The actor who plays him (Sgt. Rizzo from M*A*S*H) looks like he’s having a blast. By the way, if you are one of the few other people who watched Eli Stone, I think this Saturday evening is when they start rolling out the final few episodes of this canceled series.
The final nail in the T-Mobile story: Target took back the phone and the pre-paid card, even though I had written all over everything during my arduous attempts to have the account correctly activated. Bless them, every one. The customer service agent even apologized for my hardship, even though it wasn’t Target’s fault in the least.
