My ability to write today is being negatively impacted by the Sigma Alpha Iota theme song, which is playing on a loop in my head. It’s a very, very, bad song. SAI is a music fraternity. Seriously people, can’t we do better?

Making a novel creepier is serious fun. I would like to personally thank Lori Devoti for suggesting I do so. It is tempting to add creepiness to all my writing.*

*Don’t worry. I won’t.

A full-time author with nine published books (the 10th will be a biography of Gary Trudeau), loved the first chapter of my novel in progress,* even though it’s a YA mystery. I was afraid he might find it too frothy, as he writes serious books that actually say something. Then he confessed he likes chic lit. Home free!

*This would refer to everything I’ve ever written

Continuity is a killer when you’re writing a mystery. Pun intended.

Ok, it’s not an app. It’s a website and it gives you the rain forecast minute to minute. And it’s accurate. So I knew I had a 20 minute window to get myself and my beloved MacBook safe and dry to my favorite coffee spot today.* BTW yesterday I won a free t-shirt there. Not sure if someone my age should walk around in a shirt that says, Bump ‘n Grind, though.

*Yes, I know. My syntax sucks

You know you* are in trouble when you pass up a free ticket to Washington Opera’s performance of Carmen so you can write.

*’You’ meaning, ‘me.’

I created a role in one of Stephen Schwartz’ first musicals. It was in college. It was never performed again, as far as I know.*

*Despite my stellar performance.

I have a friend who is not email/text savvy, which is to say, she thinks they’re the same thing, which is to say she just sent me 14 texts in a row.* Each one is 4-6 lines long and has a photo attachment. She wants me to email all these photos to other people. I patiently explained to her how to do it. She sent me more photos. This has nothing whatsoever to do with theatre or writing. I’m just venting.

*Not hyperbole, honest.

This is not a soccer reference. As you may recall,* I was at one point getting daily visits from someone(s) in Brazil. Then they stopped cold. Today I got my first visitor from South Africa. They read one of my posts about Brazil. I realize this is of interest to nobody other than myself, but I thought I’d mention it, anyway, in case.

*And good for you if you did. I can’t even recall where I put my keys.

Nobody, I hope, next time I’m writing in my favorite coffee place. I was stuck* there for 3 1/2 hours yesterday. It meant ordering a spinach cheese empanada as a dinner which added another $4 to my burgeoning ** tab, but anything for my art.

*Poor word choice. “Happily ensconced” would be a more accurate description.

**Excellent choice of words, alas