If I ever write an autobiography, I think that’s what I’ll call it. My dad is brilliant (in a literal, high-IQ kind of way), but then again he’s worked for the government and he’s not all that ambitious so maybe he’s more of a Mycroft. But my dad is also the one who instilled a love of Holmes in me from a young age, so I associate him more with Sherlock Holmes than anything else. And I’m a daddy’s girl, an only child, but he only wanted one, and he wanted a daughter. It’s nice to grow up knowing you’re wanted.
Really, though, I had originally considered using Sherlock’s Daughter for the title of my next novel, then discarded the idea because it’s not a Sherlock Holmes story (sorry to fans of my Holmes works, there will be more of that to come, I promise) and I didn’t want to mislead readers. So the novel in question then briefly had the title of The Handler, but that was too generic. I might call it Pretend You Love Me.
But first I must finish these edits to The K-Pro; I’ll be holed up all weekend working on it. Not tonight, though, because I’m off to see Eddie Izzard perform some new material.
And completely unrelated, but: Stage 32 did a little write-up about Table Read My Screenplay. St. Peter in Chains gets its read at Sundance on the 25th, at the Waldorf Astoria.