I feel like I should have written something, here or on Twitter or Facebook or somewhere, about the epic season finale on Castle a few weeks ago. Monday nights won't be the same for a while - at least, not until we find out that Beckett miraculously is okay but mysteriously remembers nothing of the last few moments before blacking out. Not that the show is in any way predictable...

I also said nothing about the NCIS season finale, probably because it wasn't nearly as epic as Castle's. It did, however, answer the soon-to-be-tiresome question of how they will let DiNozzo be a grown up without leaving the team. The fact is, much as we love Playful Tony, we prefer it when he acts like a man. It was the only good thing about the Jeanne Benoit season, and we're glad to see that has an opening again.

I don't watch much else, except maybe House every now and then on Hulu. I'm still catching up to the last season of The Office (U.S.)... So I have no other remarkable blog-worthy (or unworthy) opinions about the finale season this year.

I am, however, avidly following the news of new shows being picked up, pilots being pitched, etc. and am very much looking forward to a future of becoming an absolute television vegetable. Networks, cable, all that jazz - here I come.


Creative Energies

I have been editing a lot lately, several books at once, in fact. And there's something interesting that happens when you have a lot of work to do that is almost creative but not quite. You start having really deep urges to create your own work, projects that will take a lot of time and mental energy that you simply don't have.

There are two particular novels that I someday want to write, both related to one another, but which I always imagined in two distinct genres. The first would be literary fiction, and it would be about a young woman to whom not much happens (I've never been very good developing plot). The second would be a fantasy novel about the first novel's main character's sister. Lots happens to this girl, though I never could quite figure out what exactly. I know she gets imprisoned, more or less, and that she goes on a journey which involves a train and a walrus and a small raft in the middle of the ocean right above the Marianas Trench (work with me here).

In the process of editing other people's books (all of which have very well-developed plots, I might add), I have had this epiphany about my own two loosely related novels. They should both be science fiction! Dystopian! Still not sure what exactly will happen, but I have a very clear image of their urban transportation system. I am very excited to write this someday, and I hope that the more I edit other people's work, the more developed this unplotted multi-genre book duo will become.

In the meantime, since the two sisters are twins (another detail I came up with while I should have been thinking of other authors' characters), I've been trying to figure out what actresses could play these twins in the inevitable blockbuster hit adapted from my Pulitzer Prize winning science fiction series.
The only twins I could come up with were the Olsens. I am trying very hard to convince myself that they are amazing actresses somewhere deep beneath all that Hollywood fashion. Also . . . I still can't tell them apart. Can anyone?



GAH!!!!! First photos for The Hunger Games have made their debut on Entertainment Weekly, and I am so distracted with excitement I almost can't remember what real work I'm supposed to be doing right now. See that look in her eye?? See that?!? It says: "Don't matter who they cast next to me, I'm gonna make this movie rock your world."
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