Month: February 2011

week #7/52: the observation deck

“This part is my favorite,” Keri says, leading her mother up the stairs to the observation deck. The room is gray and empty apart from a single row of metal chairs, just as gray as the room itself. It’s quiet here, the only sound a 

I am not a critic: an open letter to the band Lovedrug

I am totally not a book reviewer. Or any sort of media reviewer for that matter, in any capacity. I’ll be forever haunted by two of my experiences. It was about my junior year of college, and I thought I might explore being a media 

writing book reviews, as a hopeful author

I always feel squeamish about reviewing the books I read. Unless I absolutely loved it, and intend to gush about it, most of the time I’ll just commit to the whole “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all” rule. 

week #6/52: cars in the city

You recognize a friend’s car when you see it, even if it’s just an ordinary black one, four-door sedan like any number of cars like it in this city. She and Jodie have the same model, because Amelia told her it was a good car. 

ripping off the little guy >:(

It’s what I had in mind, almost, but at the same time, it’s totally not. And these have me fuming: Kirkus Indie BlueInk Reviews Both venues are charging self-published authors several-hundred dollars for a review. As far as I know, publishers do not pay any 

week #5/52: the firelight

Matt always loved the fireplace. When Felicity was a baby, this is what he and Leila used to do, light a fire and spend the night sitting in front of it. He thought they both enjoyed it. She would talk, and he would listen, and 

week #4/52: the static

Every night, part of me says, find a day job. Find something responsible, teaching piano lessons, or audition for symphony work. Likely both if I want to support a family. The other part of me says responsible is the last thing I want to be. 

in case any of your husbands are tricksters like mine…

A warning for my gaming friends. Check this out. I came out of the shower, having left my game running while I was away. I kept clicking on the window, trying to make it do something… anything. I’m like, “What the hell, why is it 

putting my idealist hat on…

This post was inspired by Chuck Wendig’s “Why Your Self-Published Book May Suck a Bag of Dicks.” (Very funny, by the way – go have a read!) And I also have my indie author hat on today too, so this is what you get. I’m