A strange occurrence. As I mentioned before, my husband and I have been watching old episodes of NCIS via Netflix DVDs. The other day, McGee said this:
Oh, wow! You’re reading Moonstone! Hey, you know Dorothy Sayers thought that was the best detective story ever written. And T.S. Eliot called it the first true English Detective novel.
This is significant because at that very moment, I was reading (and am reading) Moonstone. Well, not at that very moment because I was, at that very moment, watching TV and doing Pilates. But you get the point.
Also, I came across this from Jonathan Franzen about writing a novel:
The more you pursue distractions, the less effective any particular distraction is, and so I’d had to up various dosages, until, before I knew it, I was checking my e-mail every ten minutes . . . and I’d achieved such deep mastery of computer solitaire that my goal was no longer to win a game but to win two or more games in a row–a kind of meta-solitaire whose fascination consisted not in playing the cards but in surfing the streaks of wins and losses. My longest winning streak so far was eight.
Ah-ha! I knew it! Even the greats cannot resist the evils of the Internet and Solitaire. I bet he’s a Words with Friends user, too.