Good news! I received an unexpected request from a literary agent for a full manuscript of my punk era novel. All because I couldn't resist the challenge of pitching my book in 140 characters or less on a crazy-fast Twitchat pitch session.
So I am in the land of speedy revisions, which are going well, but I have no new developments to report on the grand adventure I spoke of in my last post. Instead, I bring you deep thoughts on GARDEN GNOMES.
Recently I was in Westfield Center in San Francisco and a positively shocking advertisement forced me to reconsider my long-standing love of Garden Gnomes.
I must tell you this love goes WAY back.
There was Amelie, directed by the brilliant Jean-Pierre Jeunet. (And which I believe had a huge artistic influence on the show PUSHING DAISIES. RIP, sniff.)
And we can't forget The Garden Gnome Liberation Front.
There's also no forgetting my daughter and her friends in seventh grade at the annual Halloween parade. Girls, you were awesome! You shoulda won.
My daughter and I love gnomes so much that we have a secret Gnome Dance, performed to the closing credits music of Gilmore Girls. In honor of Babette's gnome Pierpont, of course.
But now Shakespeare and I must both endure the upcoming GNOMEO & JULIET. This reality begs the questions: Has our collective societal love of Garden Gnomes gone on too long? Have Garden Gnomes jumped the shark? Is it possible for a short-legged creature from the land of Kitsch to jump anything?
It is possible my even greater love for James McAvoy, who stars as the voice of Gnomeo, wins out.
And who knows, GNOMEO & JULIET just might be brilliant.