I cannot count on eating dinner while watching “Bones.” Particularly not when my chosen dinner is pizza, and the victim was — well, like the one last night. Will I never learn?
Between being very, very busy and having a cold this week, I have not been posting or replying to e-mail as quickly as I should have been. But good things are happening! Stargazer is in its third week on the NYT bestsellers’ list (woo!), I got to visit the HarperCollins offices for a little celebration party on Monday and I am still neck-deep in fiction, writing hard. I hope to catch up on a few more things before I leave for England in — great cats, just a week and a day. Normally I plan my packing way in advance of a trip (I don’t do checked luggage), and this time, I have only the vaguest idea what’s going on. Better dive into the laundry this weekend, unless I want to spend a week sauntering about the United Kingdom in my pajamas.
I am not sure if I’ll have time to do this before my trip, but I was thinking of doing a liveblog/twitter feed of my watching a horror movie. Specifically, the horror movie that had an ad so terrifying that it freaked me out for more than 30 years: “It’s Alive.” I can remember seeing the first TV commercial for that movie and being almost paralyzed with fright; some IMDB searching reveals that I saw this when I was 3 years old. So it’s one of my first memories, actually. When I saw that the long-dreaded “It’s Alive” was airing on cable, I recorded it, intending to face down my old fears and hoping that it just looks cheesy now. (If it is still frightening, I may never recover.) Would anyone out there be interested in reading along with this exposure of my inner demons, and/or MST3King of a creepy old movie?
(I’m going to watch it regardless; this is just to find out if my secret terror will be private or public.)