Eventually, I'll put these suckers out on time. Back for another installment...
Finally. I know that many of my fellow northwesterners think I'm insane, but FINALLY summer is over. After the sweltering temperatures in this non-air conditioned city, I could not be more pleased that the warm weather is gone. Sure, it was great, sitting outside in the sun, slowly baking underneath seven layers of ultra-strong sunblock, having to pee twenty times a day due to the amount of liquid I was consuming to keep cool, feeling like I might actually pass out and die during yoga and having to be directly in front of a fan at the gym. The drought that swept through Washington state, and set fire to much of California was also great, if you like that sort of thing. Which I do not. I moved here to be cool, damn it, to never have to sweat through a long summer again. Strange things are afoot in that regard, but now? Glorious autumn. The rain has returned. Crisp, cool evenings and the smell of wood burning in fireplaces.
Who knows why it took me so long to finally pick up this fairly epic true crime bestseller by Vincent Bugliosi, lead prosecutor in the Charles Manson murder trials. I'm a huge fan of true crime, and several years ago when I read In Cold Blood, I put Helter Skelter on my list. It's pretty long and dense, but I was looking for something super creepy to read during the month of October and this did the trick. Actually, though, I found myself so completely engrossed in the story of how Bugliosi successfully built a case and prosecuted Manson that I forgot to be scared about halfway through the book. So fascinating.
Hamilton the Musical
So, it's a hip-hop musical that's taking over Broadway, and it's about Alexander Hamilton. I know, it sounds SO WEIRD, right? And it is. Weird and completely clever. Lin-Manuel Miranda, creator of Tony-winning In the Heights, has managed to make history not just interesting but downright awesome, hooking you from the very beginning with the opening rhyme, "How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence, impoverished, in squalor grow up to be a hero and a scholar?" We all want to know. Broadway is so rarely original anymore; you're a welcome change, Hamilton.
The Walking Dead
NO SPOILERS please. I am in the middle of season 4, and man, I have a lot of feelings about this show. Without being fully caught up, I can say that I enjoy the way the show studies the breakdown of humanity, and that people become their own biggest enemies. But in my recent quest to make my way through all "the best" of modern television drama, I don't think this one breaks the top level. It's good, very, very good, but not perfect. I'll have more to say on it later on, but for now, I still would have rather had Shane as a leader than Rick, and I can't stand Andrea, and Carl and Walt from Lost definitely need their own show where they wander around while their dads shout their names.
Ah, the time has come once again, to spend the bulk of a month holed up in my writing room and coffee shops, dumping as much story as possible on the pages by the end of November. It's a time-honored tradition among writers, National Novel Writing Month, when would-be authors come out of the woodwork to finish that book they've been thinking about writing forever. Technically, you're supposed to start something new, but I've always used it to crank out words on existing projects. Because I can't be contained, damn it. I do what I want! I'm working away at my new, darky & twisty novel, set in multiple locations over about a fifteen-year span. It's a big project, and it's so exciting and challenging to be working on something new.