We finally got some rain yesterday. At first it looked like it was going to be another one of those teases. The sky got very dark, stayed dark, and then it rained for about 30 seconds and stopped. However, an hour later the dark sky reappeared and this time it rained for a good 15-20 minutes, which is the most we’ve seen in weeks. Today it has been dark all morning, the serious, threatening kind of dark that normally means batten down the hatches, but so far bupkis.
My editor for The Stephen King Illustrated Companion informed me yesterday that she is leaving the publisher in mid-August to pursue other opportunities. I seem to have a way of running off the editors for my book-length non-fiction projects. The same thing happened with The Road to the Dark Tower. We got the book finished, edited, proofed and ready to produce and my editor decided to migrate to another publisher. I’m trying to not take it personally.
I finished the first draft of the heavily revamped story I’ve been blathering about all week. It ended up at 3700 words and, though I started the morning’s session with what I thought the final sentence would be and then went on to fill in the 500-word gap that got me there, I discovered that when I reached that concluding sentence, it was no longer necessary. It was implied but didn’t need to be stated. Funny how things work out that way sometimes. Unless the 1000-page book I have to review lands on my lap this weekend (and I’m sort of hoping that it does), I’ll edit the hell out of this new version of the story and get it off my desk. The file containing all the related notes and correspondence has been hanging around my desk for far too long and I will be greatly received to finally be able to put it to bed (i.e. into the file cabinet).
I had a sneaking suspicion about the woman on Burn Notice last night, especially when Fi gave her the cell phone to call her kid. I wonder if they plan for her to reappear at some point, perhaps after this mid-season break that happens after next week’s episode. So, Fi is heading for the hills (or at least out of Miami), but from the trailer for next week it looks like she doesn’t get very far.
I have to confess: I relapsed and am watching Big Brother semi-regularly. I’ve been watching the eviction episodes on Thursday, at least, and maybe bits and pieces of the other episodes during the week if there’s nothing else going on. Jordan seems absolutely fascinated by her new boobs (reportedly they’re three weeks old) and can’t stop touching them. Natalie thought she was having one over on Casey when she recorded her farewell video for his eviction by saying: “Ha, you thought I was an immature 18 year old. Well, I’m actually 24.” Gee, I guess that makes you a really immature 24 year old, doesn’t it?
I wonder if Julie Chen ever sees clips of her interviewing a guy in a banana suit and asks herself deep, probing questions about the meaning of existence. Casey forgot the #1 rule of Big Brother. If you’re twice as old as the other contestants, you have to be colorful to survive. And that doesn’t mean just wearing something yellow. Witness: Evel Dick.
