Today is the birthday of Annie Dillard! Happy birthday, Annie! It's also the birthday of Larry Niven, whose books I read as a teenager. Also that of Luise Rinser, Cyriel Verschaeve, Rosalie Amstein, Jannetje Fisherman-Roosendaal, Watze Cuperus, Trijntje "Nine" van de Schaaf, William Lilly and Edmund Cooper.
Every day is the birthday of a writer. And that's a good thing.
In other news, last night Mighty Reader and I watched an episode of Agatha Christie's "Poirot" (with David Suchet) on PBS. Why is that important? Because it finally convinced me that the Literary Lab should in fact do another writing contest. And this time it should be...a serially-written murder mystery! What fun it will be! Details to follow, but first: is there any actual interest in this? I envision something where I'll write the first chapter of the mystery, introducing the setting, the corpse, and the investigator. Subsequent chapters will be written by you fine folks in a competition and you'll get to introduce/investigate suspects and clues, and someone (that'd be another of you lot, in a competitive round of writing) will have to tie it all up in a final chapter, reveal the murderer, and explain all the clues that will have been scattered about during the telling. Sounds impossible! Sounds like a mess! Anyone interested?
In other, other news, I have a bit of a headcold, but it's still Friday and that's reason to celebrate. Happy weekend, all!