Secondly, Keane make the most jaw-droppingly gorgeous music I've heard in a long time. I love, love, love, love, love their album. If I had a band of my own, this is the kind of music I'd want to be making -- melodic, piano-based, lyrical, sweet and wistful without being saccharine. Amazing stuff.
Thirdly, I had a wonderful time at Bouchercon, attended a lot of interesting and useful panels on writing/editing/publishing, made some very interesting contacts, and hope--really, earnestly hope--to have some special good news to post here soon. *chews nails*
Also had a rollicking good dinner with Laurie and got some nifty tidbits about the upcoming Russell book, such as:
Oh, and it's called Locked Rooms, for anyone who didn't know that already.
Russell spent more time in San Francisco as a child than she thinks she did. (This explains a lot, actually.) Her father's name was Charles; her brother's, Levi. We will see a flashback to the Accident. As the book goes on Russell becomes increasingly unreliable as a narrator, thus necessitating -- get this -- a section of the book written from Holmes's POV (in third person). Whee! There will be a cameo from Dashiell Hammett.
And finally, I have at last crossed the line into complete fangirl idiocy and am driving to Toronto today to see Kalan Porter performing at a local shopping centre (along with Matt Dusk, Shaye, and Jann Arden -- it's a free concert to support breast cancer research). But don't worry too much about my sanity yet: in all honesty, I am almost as excited about meeting Shoebox and some of my other co-snarkers from the TWoP Canadian Idol discussion forum as I am about seeing Kalan live.
I did, however, turn the icon on this post into a full-sized t-shirt design so I could wear it to the concert and, hopefully, make Kalan crack up (if it happens while he's on stage, so much the better). After the concert I'm going to give the shirt to Shoebox if she wants it... if not, I'll pass it on to one of the other TWoPpers.
Anyway, I'll only do this once, but it has to be done: EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
As you were.