My agent sent back a very encouraging response to my first chapter. His only suggestions were some clarifications and requests for a little more detail in a couple of places, but on the whole he likes the direction. So, after a little polishing, it’s upward and onward with Chapter 2, most of which is already written but which needs to be rewritten in light of this new chapter and some other major changes to the plot. Like the character who was dead in the first draft isn’t any more. Small stuff like that.
I took a trip to B&N yesterday to see how The Stephen King Illustrated Companion was being displayed. According to the web site it was in stock and, for additional confirmation, one of my coworkers had picked up a copy the previous day. Well, it seems like the display strategy is: hide the damn thing so that not even the employees could find it. Grant it, I think the employee I queried seemed to be new on the job, but after twenty minutes, no one could find the book. I console myself by saying: maybe it just flew off the shelves and they’ve sold their first allotment already, but I doubt that’s the truth. Still, a pleasant fiction.
The heat wave ends today, we’re told, but not before we hit 93° this afternoon. One last wallop of heat. I had to turn the A/C back on when I got home from work last night. We’re supposed to plummet to the 60s tonight, which I know sounds like a heatwave to some of you. Should make for a nice weekend, though. I like it when it’s in the 60s around here. I can open my office window while I’m working and listen to the birds.
I guess we’ve seen the last of Christine Lahti’s character on Law & Order: SVU? Or will she get the miracle cure? Can’t say I’ll miss her, although she did get to slap Elliot in the face once, and don’t we all wish we could do that. Last night’s epiosde was so ham-handed and obvious that it should have been slapped with a PSA sticker. The evils of the demon booze. The guy from The Unit was the only good thing about the episode.
Even Criminal Minds seemed off last night. Garcia lecturing Morgan about his involvement with a needy victim. Hodge just walking away with the rest of the team before the suicide by police played out. The rather awkward scene where the residents of the trashed house are made to stare into the hole in the wall at the first homicide victim. Not one of their better episodes.
