Your hosts here at the Literary Lab have all had busy weeks: Michelle is laboring furiously on a cool writing project (and wrestling furiously with a small child as well), Davin is away at a conference in his role as mad scientist (did he mention that he has a Ph.D.?) and I have been buried at work (end of fiscal and academic years bring many reports and a whole lot of last-minute spending). I have also been writing in a blaze of imagination, sallying forth into the middle of my current WIP. I had planned to actually show you the whole of Chapter Ten, which starts the midsection of my book, and discuss the things I'm attempting to do with the narrative as the story switches from the outer conflict to the inner conflict, blah blah blah, but I write longhand and I've not actually typed up the chapter and I've not even finished the chapter (I've got about 2500 words down, and I think I'll need another 1000 or so before I get to the end of it). That will be my post on Tuesday, so come back for that. Today, though? I got nothing today.
I want to remind you all about our fabulous Notes From Underground Contest, Stage One of which is going on right now, and not many of you have so far chosen to participate. Why is that? Are the parameters too weird? Does it sound too hard? Does it sound like no fun? Because we want it to be fun, and not just for the three of us. Honest.
Also, tomorrow is Salman Rushdie's birthday. Send him a card, or friend him on Facebook (I did)!
Also, this is cool.