Grey Matters

I have a new favorite blog, Grey Matters, from the writers of Grey’s Anatomy—aka, some of the best writers working in TV—aka, some freaky-good writers.

These people are the kind of writers I would like to be. They tell interesting stories about great characters in a way that all comes together to tell a larger story. For example, last night’s theme of pain. Every storyline touched on that subject. Every character advanced that plot in their own way.

And don’t even get me started about Sandra Oh and the chicken! For those of you who wonder why I like showing a billion times more than telling, all you have to do is watch that scene. Sure, if Grey’s Anatomy were a novel you could have a reference on every page about how she wants to help her boyfriend recuperate from his injury. You could wax poetic about love and loss.

Or, you could have a character throw a raw chicken on the counter, hack it in two, toss a surgical kit down beside her injured (and recently passive) boyfriend and say, “Put it back together.”

Yeah, I vastly prefer the chicken.

In other news, my weekend To Do list is now long. Really, really long. And full of all kinds of things like “reply to emails” and “figure out if you have any clothes to wear to Memphis.”

I’m also putting “Go see The Departed” on my list that way I can be sure to accomplish at least one priority item this weekend.

Pretty soon I’m going to have to start talking about the Gallagher Girls sequel. As much as I want to keep it under wraps, I also want to get to know the heart of the story, the thesis statement, the main through-line of the conflict and I don’t think I can do that until I answer the “so, what’s your book about” question a million times.

Okay. I’m scatterbrained.

Please forgive me,

Ally

(whose new book could really use a chicken moment.)