Showed up for work this morn with a big swath of toothpaste smeared on the side of my nose. Hmm. Must've been in a rush while brushing my nose. No one said anything. I got a few odd looks at Fred Meyer this morning, but that's about it. Pretty awesome. No complaints. No injuries to report.
We had a wild mix of wind and rain over the weekend. I feel sorry for all those people who lost everything to the wet watery downpouring torrential rain and gunky mud and foul smells. Damn flood plain and Mother Earth. My heart pours out to them, but it doesn't pour any more rain, no way.
Heard from the Agentress on Monday. I think she's probably close to the best agent in all the land. Here's a quick run down of what's going down with All in a Cup:
(The fiction editor names are fictal so I don't jinx myself or get anyone uptight or in trouble with the law or anything.)
Dec. 3
Blondy Scarparinzi at St. Martin's
Sally O'Malley at Random House (Shaye Areheart Books Division)
Nov. 27
Malachi Bramheemini at William Morrow/HarperCollins
Nov. 26
Clarice Bucknelloopopo at Bantam Dell
Nov. 5
Tigerlily Zoology at William Morrow/HarperCollins
What does all this mean? All this means is that my Agentress is well connected and knows how to shake her booty. I don't know what this means, exactly, other than my Agentress is able to tell all these big-city fiction editors that she believes All in a Cup is the next Grapes of Wrath or some such. I'd say this is spectacular for now. If someone told me my Agentress is the best ever, I'm not sure I could counter with a less original opinion.
I started a new "project" during the second week of November. Title so far is "Loomis Rides the Bus" but it also might be "My Friend Gray," but who the hell knows? I hope it's going to be a spectacular work of art. Possibly the next For Whom the Bell Tolls.
