I went on a Twitter ramble today about Amazon and fanfiction. (Mostly about fanfiction.)
If you want to know more about the Amazon/fan stuff read:
27, literary agenting, new york resident, blogs over here
I went on a Twitter ramble today about Amazon and fanfiction. (Mostly about fanfiction.)
If you want to know more about the Amazon/fan stuff read:
Check out Rhiannon Held’s Big Idea for TARNISHED over on John Scalzi’s Whatever! TARNISHED is now out from Tor Books in hardcover.
Hello to all my new tumblr pals from the ‘Pin! I hope I do not drive you batty with my usually infrequent but occasionally spammy posting habits (I post 90% of the time via the queue, but if I’m actually online I reblog as I go).
Hi ‘Pinners!
I am loving my dash full of ‘Pinners reblogging ‘Pinners.
I am a more active ‘Pinner on tumblr than I am on the ‘Pin.
I jut automatically follow any Pinners and it has yet to be a bad decision.
This is all true. Pinners make the best tumblrs.
More Pinners? More Pinners! (I am sort of a lapsed/former Pinner, but I say I still count.)
I’m a ‘Pin lurker, if that counts ? :D
Oh, hey, look. That’s an 80,000 word manuscript I just emailed to my agent.
IVE NEVER LAUGHED HARDER IN MY WHOLE LIFE OMG
jesusu christ
THE MOTHER FUCKING ENDING OMFG
(Source: asslet, via branwyn-says)
Baz Lurhmann makes some very pretty movies. The entire framing story was nonsense, and Tobey Maguire, while amazing in the flashbacks, was kind of terrible in the frame story/present. Leo was great. So was Carey, against all expectations.
EDITED TO ADD: Baz really never met a metaphor he didn’t want to frame in neon and wrap arrows around.
"When I was 28, I thought that making my living exclusively by writing was the goal of my life. Or if not “exclusively,” primarily. Dimly, and without ever lingering in thought too long about the specifics, I imagined teaching, being a teacher almost exactly like my least-engaged college professors, the ones who showed up to workshop with a large coffee and some xeroxed Raymond Carver stories and then sat there for two hours while their students talked, sipping the coffee and sometimes nodding. The rest of my time would be spent alone in a library or a home office, some room with a computer, a desk, a chair. I would write novels and then, later in the day, make dinner. Maybe sometimes if I felt like it I’d accept an assignment from the kind of magazine no one really reads but that basically exists to pad the bank accounts of already-rich writers, travel and specialized beauty magazines, you know, ”[So and So’s] Wacky Adventures In Bangkok,” ”What [Whoever] Really Thinks Of Several Slightly Different Spa Treatments.” I’d slide on up into that echelon effortlessly. My inherent greatness would be recognized and one day I’d wake up and just find myself there. I mean I’d also have published novels, in this fantasy. The parts of this fantasy that pertained to my personal life were just as inchoate and illogical. I thought and maybe (cringe) even said out loud, “I’ll have my first baby after I finish my first novel.” As though those were two goals you could easily work towards simultaneously. As though they were not two distinct and unrelated life paths."
I wrote on my blog about how I’m not a complete idiot about my career as much anymore. (via emilygould)
The full list is available on the Bouchercon website but…
BEST FIRST NOVEL
Owen Laukkanen - THE PROFESSIONALSBEST PAPERBACK ORIGINAL
Joelle Charbonneau - MURDER FOR CHOIRBEST SHORT STORY
Todd Robinson- “Peaches”Congrats to all the nominees!
oh, whoops, sorry I’m mad at the totally gross thing you said, sorry your feelings are hurt, sorry you’re “uncomfortable” that I didn’t just shut up and laugh at the awful tasteless “”“”“”joke”“”“” you made, sorry this knife is so sharp, sorry I appear to have slipped, sorry they can probably sew those back on, sorry