I’ve submitted the screenplay and now can forget about it until whenever the results start coming back. This is a relief, a lifted weight. I was thinking tonight, okay, now I can start on a new project, and move forward. At Cryptopolis tonight we critiqued a chunk of one member’s new novel. Listening to the critiques was rather like hearing an elephant being described by a group of blind men — everyone had a different Read more…
I’m about two-thirds of the way through Dickens’ epic Bleak House. This is the Kindle’s fault — it makes it easy to read the enormous classics because I don’t have to lug around an 800-page book. This is why I finally read Moby Dick, which was awesome, by the way. And funny. Seriously, Ishmael and Queequeg meet cute, there’s a ton of humor, vivid scenes, some scary ghostly bits, it’s incredibly modern and totally American. Read more…
Stina Leicht, a writing colleague and friend, writes about what she thinks has happened to urban fantasy on its way to being subsumed by paranormal romance. During my last signing at Barnes and Noble, I spent more than half my time explaining to customers that no, there aren’t any vampires in the book, the main character is male, and the only tattoos present on any character are prison tattoos. As much progress as has been Read more…