I have to confess that I didn’t recognize Jonathan Frakes in this week’s episode of Criminal Minds. When I look at the clip again, I don’t know how I could have missed it. I guess I was concentrating too much on Spencer Reid’s theatrics. Frakes has been appearing mostly behind the camera lately, so it was a rare appearance for him, and a most un-Riker-like one at that.
I did a full editing pass on the new short story this morning. Teased a few more neat details out of my research material but ended up pretty much where I started in terms of length: 3500 words. I think I’ll do one editing pass on the hardcopy version tomorrow and then a couple of more touch up passes online before submitting it and moving on to the next task.
I also came up with an idea for my Storytellers Unplugged essay, which will be posted on Sunday. It came about as a result of some overheard conversations at the place where I usually have breakfast. I may tackle the subject Lee suggested next month — it’s a good one and can be tied back to an earlier essay I wrote about the etiquette of sending books in for review.
I attended my wife’s high school reunion recently. Not nearly as snarky or murderous as the one on The Mentalist last night. Is it just me or did Robin Tunney look like she was sampling the punch rather heavily?
