Visible Cold, Vanishing Point
Mostly cross-posted from The Midnight Hour, as I am tremenjously sick today.
Yesterday I posted about exposition and infodump. More specifically, I answered a Reader’s questions about why infodump is so prevalent. Today my cold is much worse and I am feeling just as cranky, so I thought I’d point you toward that post as my contribution to the world for this week. I’m too sick for much else. When one starts having fever-dreams involving spiders, it’s time to go back to bed.
Before I go on, though: in answer to reader Dave Grenier’s questions: I just did those Vanth paragraphs on the fly, they were disposable. I really wasn’t thinking of much other than illustrating the exposition point. I’m glad you liked them.
I will, in the interests of fully shouldering my blogging responsibilities, mention that I’ve been thinking about artistic synchronicity lately. I heard about Vanishing Point while watching Tarantino’s Death Proof, and of course got it up on my Netflix queue. I enjoyed it quite a bit, but am too sick to come up with any in-depth analysis*. I will just note that after destroying my protagonist’s orange Impala in the current book I was thinking about a replacement car, since Jill is kind of a gearhead. I’m thinking she might have to find a 1970 Dodge Challenger and cherry it out.
I just wonder what color I’ll have to make it for my picky, picky Muse. White would be just too much.
Off I go to take cold medicine and curl back up in bed before everyone else wakes up. Sorry for being a party-pooper, but I am really not up to par today.
* Although there is a Viggo Mortenson remake I fully intend to lay on the floor and watch today. If Viggo doesn’t cure the common cold, there is no hope for humanity.
