HAVE GARDEN GNOMES JUMPED THE SHARK?

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.

See? See?

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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.

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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?

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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.

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