At the threshold.

Another week down.  One more spent with a little work, a little play, and a whole lot of daydreaming.  Pieces are moving into place within my own head.  I can see whole pictures now that were once simple pieces jumbled together.  I am at the threshold of the next story.  I’m on my mark.  Let’s see if I’ve still got it in me.

Right.  Enough vague words.  A lot’s happened over the last several days whether you were paying attention or not.

Let’s see . . .

John Updike passed away.

So did Charles Wesley Cooper.

Neil Gaiman won the Newberry award for The Graveyard Book.

Stephanie Meyer is, believe or not, “too sad.”

And finally a new edition of Pride and Prejudice that might actually make me give a shit about the book.

One thing that had a couple of headlines this week was the popularity of the cell phone novel.  Yeah, you read that correctly.  Apparently ten of the bestsellers in Japan were written exclusively for viewing on cell phones.  A buddy of mine over in Kofu confirmed this.  It took me a minute to wrap my brain around this, but as he said, for a culture that spends most of its time traveling on the bus or train on their way to work, it’s really the only time for people to read.  And since talking on cell phones while riding public transit is forbidden, it seems like another good way to pass the time – besides texting, of course.

I think that’s about it for now.  Expect news next week.

Until then –