Darling, you're home!
Lots of little things to blog about this weekend. First, the new Harry Potter flick. The first one I’ve truly enjoyed. I’d like to get to know that Bellatrix a little better. She seems like a trip, so long as she doesn’t turn you into a newt and then eat you. Bellatrix Lestrange, can I compare thee to a summer day? Then how about a frigid tundra night? Thou art more lovely and more tempestuous. Less predictable but pretty good lookin’, in a Tim Burton, screwed up kind of way. As it turns out, the actor who plays Bellatrix (H.B. Carter) also happens to have a bit in common with Sarah from my book. Turns out her mom suffered a severe mental breakdown when she was only five and spent three years recovering. Sometime in her late teens/early 20s, her dad became largely paralyzed after brain surgery that went awry. Poor kid. No wonder she’s such a match for Burton.
Janet Evanovich recently told NY Times she prefers linear mysteries without flashbacks. Apox on you, Evanovich! Now I’ll never sell my sequel to Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five – “Seventy Years Later: Comin’ Through the Slaughterhouse.” Just as well. His agents probably would’ve sued me anyway.
My air mattress, recently mentioned in the News-Record, expired this morning after a brief life of three months. Cheap piece of crap. Can’t take a rough roll in the sheets, I guess. Might be sleeping on the floor a few evenings, unless anyone cares to buy a copy of my novel. I’m like the stock market. Good news facilitates commerce. Shameless guilt trip, I know. But let’s see if it works.
