It’s so nice to leave the gym at noon and walk out into dry air. Usually it’s like a sauna, but our humidity has been down so it doesn’t feel nearly so close.
While I was updating my bibliography this morning, I observed that 2010 has been a particularly good year for short fiction. Counting reprints, I’ll have eleven stories see print by the end of the year, and one other reprint released in audio version. This includes the four stories in When the Night Comes Down (an excellent way to sample a cross section of my fiction, as well as introduce yourself to three other fine authors, by the way!
Other publications this year include appearances in eVolVe (which will be available in the U.S. in September, by the way), Close Encounters of the Urban Kind, Best New Zombie Tales and Dead Set, along with forthcoming appearances in Specters in Coal Dust, Shivers VI and one other anthology I’m not allowed to mention yet.
That, along with some nice award nominations, a second printing of The Stephen King Illustrated Companion and an Italian translation of the same, and an appearance in Thrillers: 100 Must Reads all make for a decent year—and it ain’t over yet.
A double elimination on Big Brother last night. Matt played a good game, but made some bad decisions along the way. His original plan to get rid of Brendon blew up, and this week he made a couple of very bad strategic moves. The worst was in not revealing the presence of the brigade to try to sway Ragan and Brendan into keeping him. It was the only card he had, and he didn’t play it. Nevertheless, Brendan got his due finally, as well. I wonder what Rachel will think of his bald head when he shows up at the jury house! It will be interesting to see what happens to the brigade now that they’ve reached the point where they have to start eating their own to survive.
I wasn’t expecting last night’s episode of Burn Notice to be the season finale. They sure packed a lot of plot into 42 minutes. It took me a while to recognize the lawyer/father of the client from Without a Trace. I knew his voice, but his grizzled face threw me. I think it was probably Jessie who picked up the briefcase at the end, with Michael lying in a pool of blood on the side of the road. Thankfully we only have to wait until November for the show to return.
I posted my review of Dexter by Design by Jeff Lindsay last night. The next review will be the latest John Connolly. I received Carl Hiaasen’s new book from Amazon Vine and ordered the new Isabel Dalhousie by Alexander McCall Smith. I haven’t read any of that series, but I can’t pass up a book with a character who shares a name with the town where I went to school and the name of my university, too.
