Happy Halloween, Everyone:
Did you see Bret Favre with his eyes closed when Baltimore kicked that final field goal? The Vikings are all yelling and Bret is shaking Tavaris Jackson's arm, yelling, "Did we win? Did we win?" And his eyes fly open and he's grinning from ear to ear and jumping up and down and yelling his head off. Even though the Viking defense fell apart in the 4th quarter, Favre played brilliantly. 6-0. Who would have predicted that? None of the talking heads, that's for sure. It was a wonderful exciting game. As for the Giants, better that stone is left unturned. As for the 49ers, it isn't even possible to find a stone.
Four teams still undefeated; and the four winless teams, until this past weekend, are now down to two, thanks to Philadelphia and Washington, who have been imprisoned in their locker rooms by the owners. Ain't pro football grand!
Speaking of imprisonment, KnockOut busted out and is now available on Kindle. All you Kindle users, do let me know what you think.
The weekend of November 7th and 8th, I'll be in northern Georgia, at the 6th annual Dahlonega Literary Festival. If you're in the area, come see me. It's open to the public. It's wine country, so hopefully vineyards will be giving out samples, particularly to the authors. There'll be a number of us there, so come one, come all. Take a look at the web site --www.literaryfestival.org -- so you can see what's happening when.
I'm in the middle of editing Whiplash, the 124th FBI thriller -- no, wait, something's wrong here, hmmm, oh yes -- it's the 14th FBI thriller, otherwise I'd be one hundred and fourteen years old. Whiplash will be out next June. The edit is going very well, thank you, God, thank you, God. I hear I'll be seeing a sketch of the cover soon.
Don't forget: candy eaten in the light of the moon on Halloween, at precisely midnight, does not have not a single calori (that's Italian) -- they're ghostly, have no substance -- zip, nada, zero. Have fun!
Catherine
