I <3 Sunday
I need to update the website, do some other things on the whiteboard....Need to do some writing too, and type up and email my thoughts on Winter's Discord to Ebenstone.
Yesterday I got my hair chopped off. I find that a moderately expensive haircut is worth the cost for the resulting sense of self confidence it imparts, especially in my line of work, where the attorneys always look like a million bucks (because they make a million bucks) and I am stuck wearing the same five outfits over and over again.
And then Mike and I went to Sushi-eye, then to Verizon, where we were gonna get phones, but the huge crowd of questionably intelligent people hurt us both so bad we had to flee. (Mike: I could feel my IQ points dying in there. I think my knuckles have rug burn.) Then we stopped at Borders for coffee and magazines (the guy who rung me up invited me to his writers group, I think he was kinda stunned by me in general so I was impressed he had the balls to do it), went to Frys to get me a mouse, and then stopped at Churchill's to have a pint and see how it was.
Churchill's is IT, yo. It's the neighborhood bar. Dark but not dingy, soccer on, enormous pints of Smithwicks, cute and friendly waitress with blue hair, Brit-centric jukebox. So comfortable, so relaxing....you could get absolutely SOUSED there, it's the kind of place where you lose sense of the passage of time. We both liked it better than Fibber's, which always has that blend of college people and families and that super-bizarre floor layout. Churchill's is in the same parking lot that Chase's Diner is in. I think I will be holding a lot of business meetings* there.
And now I am gonna play the writer-oriented Six Blurbs Meme, ganked from ebenstone.
You have a literary agent. Your agent tells you they can get the contacts of six authors to put blurbs in or on your book. What six and why for you?
This was SOOOOO hard. I basically picked complete pie-in-the-sky, don't-know-them authors (although I did meet Gaiman once, had dinner with him and about 20 other people, I said about three sentences the whole time, sure I was oh-so memorable):
1. Neil Gaiman: He is pretty much the embodiment of everything I love in a writer, and everything I want to be.
2. George R.R. Martin: The Best High Fantasist of the last twenty years. You can keep your Jordans and your Goodkinds, TUVM.
3. Anne McCaffrey: Because I love her, and as a reader I trust her blurbs.
4. Margaret Atwood: To attract the literary/feminist crowd.
5. Ursula LeGuin: To attract the scifi feminist crowd.
6. Stephen King: To attract everyone else.
That was painful. My shortlist is about 40 people long. There are soooo many fantastic authors out there, who would make me feel deeply honored if they even looked at my MS. Pie in the sky, indeed.
*bullshit sessions
Yesterday I got my hair chopped off. I find that a moderately expensive haircut is worth the cost for the resulting sense of self confidence it imparts, especially in my line of work, where the attorneys always look like a million bucks (because they make a million bucks) and I am stuck wearing the same five outfits over and over again.
And then Mike and I went to Sushi-eye, then to Verizon, where we were gonna get phones, but the huge crowd of questionably intelligent people hurt us both so bad we had to flee. (Mike: I could feel my IQ points dying in there. I think my knuckles have rug burn.) Then we stopped at Borders for coffee and magazines (the guy who rung me up invited me to his writers group, I think he was kinda stunned by me in general so I was impressed he had the balls to do it), went to Frys to get me a mouse, and then stopped at Churchill's to have a pint and see how it was.
Churchill's is IT, yo. It's the neighborhood bar. Dark but not dingy, soccer on, enormous pints of Smithwicks, cute and friendly waitress with blue hair, Brit-centric jukebox. So comfortable, so relaxing....you could get absolutely SOUSED there, it's the kind of place where you lose sense of the passage of time. We both liked it better than Fibber's, which always has that blend of college people and families and that super-bizarre floor layout. Churchill's is in the same parking lot that Chase's Diner is in. I think I will be holding a lot of business meetings* there.
And now I am gonna play the writer-oriented Six Blurbs Meme, ganked from ebenstone.
You have a literary agent. Your agent tells you they can get the contacts of six authors to put blurbs in or on your book. What six and why for you?
This was SOOOOO hard. I basically picked complete pie-in-the-sky, don't-know-them authors (although I did meet Gaiman once, had dinner with him and about 20 other people, I said about three sentences the whole time, sure I was oh-so memorable):
1. Neil Gaiman: He is pretty much the embodiment of everything I love in a writer, and everything I want to be.
2. George R.R. Martin: The Best High Fantasist of the last twenty years. You can keep your Jordans and your Goodkinds, TUVM.
3. Anne McCaffrey: Because I love her, and as a reader I trust her blurbs.
4. Margaret Atwood: To attract the literary/feminist crowd.
5. Ursula LeGuin: To attract the scifi feminist crowd.
6. Stephen King: To attract everyone else.
That was painful. My shortlist is about 40 people long. There are soooo many fantastic authors out there, who would make me feel deeply honored if they even looked at my MS. Pie in the sky, indeed.
*bullshit sessions