Good morning, all. Hope you had a pleasant weekend. No super-coherent post today (as opposed to any other time, hah hah), just some random bits and pieces from the brain.
*Don’t you just love it when you get a new idea? I was reading a book yesterday afternoon that sparked a line of thought, that led to what could be THE NEXT BOOK. I wrote a page or two during my Writers’ Circle yesterday. It’s all very vague and mushy in my head, but there’s something there. Time to let it drift off to the Back Room for a while – I’ve still got Barton’s Women to sand down and I’m reconsidering certain elements of Parallel Lives (I re-read it – it needs some help), so I’ve got plenty to do while this idea matures, but it’s nice to have.
*I can’t remember the last time a spectacular, hour-long, series finale concluded a television program on a satisfactory note. Last night’s Weeds finale was another disappointment. The concept was good: showing the extended Botwin family roughly ten years in the future. Sadly, the execution just wasn’t there. The episode provided some laughs and a tender moment or two, but much of it felt forced. It does not leave me feeling hopeful for the upcoming finales of 30 Rock and Breaking Bad. It seems the more networks hype up finales, the more likely they are to fail. A few notable exceptions: M*A*S*H, perhaps Newhart. I think Cheers ended pretty well, though I don’t really remember. It was a long time ago.
*Music note. Have you seen the video for Bob Dylan’s new song, Duquesne Whistle? It’s…disturbing. Musically, it’s fine (and I like the Louie Armstrong vocals; it’s an improvement over some of Bob’s more recent work), but the ‘story’ in the video is kind of creepy.
*I’ve been considering a new look for the blog. I liked this template when I chose it, but it’s time for a change. I’d consider asking my wife to design a fancy schmancy website (that’s what she does, after all) that cuts the cord from Blogger, but it feels a bit presumptuous.
*Anyone have experience with online submissions managers? A short piece I sent out at the beginning of the summer went from ‘Received’ to ‘Second review’ at one of the markets (can’t remember if there was a ‘first review’ stage or not; I had kind of forgotten about it). It has since dropped back to ‘Received’, which makes me think a rejection notice is heading my way. Oh, well.
*Funny thing with words: I’m listening to a radio station as I type this. They’re plugging an End-of-Summer ‘Cornholing’ tournament. To borrow a phrase from The Princess Bride: I don’t think that word means what I think it means. I’ve read too much Stephen King; it has a very different meaning in his work.
That’s about it for me for today. Enjoy the week, all.