Yesterday I posted on my regular blog 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.

I will, in the interests of fully shouldering my responsibilities here at the Midnight Hour, 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. Sorry for being a party-pooper, but I am really not up to par today.