On the theory that, if you wear a sufficiently beautiful diamond necklace (thanks, Mom, and quit grousing), nobody notices what the hell else you’re wearing, I got dressed tonight. Christopher Buckley spoke at the Mercantile Library, and I don’t get fancy for much else than the annual Library dinner. I have to get dressed up because Buck hasn’t yet figured out that people might pay more money if you didn’t make them get dressed in tuxes.
Excellent speech, too. All about choosing a title for a book one’s writing, and the perils of offhandedly telling a humorless publishing flack that your next book’s to be called Das Kapital. I think, on reflection, that my Nanowrimo mystery novel should not be named Death on the Nile.
I am going to go now and let the dog in, and make a cup of tea, and wonder why I can’t just spend the rest of my life blogging.
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