On The Oral Tradition of Stories
Screaming at the descent of the razor-sharp scimitar in The Pit and the Pendulum with my bedroom door closed, I convinced my parents that they had a very strange child indeed. My Secret Stash of Books on Tape
Screaming at the descent of the razor-sharp scimitar in The Pit and the Pendulum with my bedroom door closed, I convinced my parents that they had a very strange child indeed. My Secret Stash of Books on Tape
It’s rough, being a literary icon. First, you must be written in a time before typewriters, much less computers. Then your author, that scamp, cannot find a single poet to sing your praises — once upon a time, this was the height of fashion in literary marketing. You must even undergo scrutiny from those souls who make New York editors seem like pussycats: the Inquisitors. Despite all this, you go on to be the kind of literary success that leads to your name becoming the basis for all types of excellent Scrabble words. And still, people complain: Detractors argue that
The spammers are cutting into our nap time, and while we have endless patience for creating filters and such, we (as evidenced by today’s posts) require a bit more sleep. Thus, we are reactivating a blacklist filter. Previously, we used this without a problem, until the day it started doing weird things to the comments feature. We’ll keep our beady little eyes on the process, but, if someone encounters difficulty, please do not hesitate to complain. Loud helps. Also, if spam should happen to get through to the site, please note that we: do not advocate gambling; it bores us
Far be it for us to question journalists and their facts, but Sixty Minutes started it. First off, they leapt without looking onto the “sex sells” bandwagon. Such is their girth that they never once realized that the soft landing was due to the many stories published on the topic about six months ago. Okay, we thought, we can forgive them. There’s a lot of news to cover, and they do not have our razor-sharp focus. Then we meandered down to the middle of the story and stopped. Cold*. Yes, we encountered a sentence that made us ponder and, then,
While we cannot advocate the concept of getting organized (what next, a clean refrigerator?), we are as susceptible as the next person to media overload. Lately, we can’t pick up so much as a novel without someone suggesting that clearing clutter will help focus our mind. The brainwashing is working — yesterday, we looked at the bottom of our purse and thought, “Gee, we should maybe throw away some of those old Trader Joe’s receipts.” Never fear, we stopped that thought. Maybe you wear clean underwear in case of an accident; we keep old receipts so posterity knows we shopped
Opinion: While Weblogs have grabbed the public’s attention mostly for their political revelations, their value as forums for collective knowledge is becoming known in other areas as well. You know what? The above statement is, well, not insightful, but certainly a great starting point for a discussion on how easy-to-use software (and the lack of technical knowledge) can be used to expand knowledge and information-sharing. Because this is something we are particularly interested in (see: all previous articles on this topic), we went the whole nine yards and read the darn thing. It’s pretty much a rehash of the yards
Yes, it’s true: one of our favorite columnists and sometime-radio host has dropped the B-bomb. Yeah, sure, she’s going for humor here, but still. Honestly. Really. Isn’t there a way to insult women’s fiction without implying violence toward females? We renew our plea for new press stylebooks and journalistic creativity. With an official state dirt, a state fossil and a state tartan, we need a state bard. And as a blue state, it’s our obligation to demonstrate that airport bookstore thrillers and bodice-rippers are not the alpha and omega of literature and that just because poetry usually comes in slim
One of my romance writer friends was recently told to get a more glamorous picture. Readers expected a little more from romance authors. Well crap – no one ever told me this. There are now expectations that I be glam? I have really missed the mark. Especially since I make it a habit of posting my worst pictures to my website (much to my Mom’s disgust). Do readers want a certain persona from their genre writers? Should John Grisham lug a briefcase as he dashes into Wal-Mart because his first grader forgot to tell him 32 cupcakes MUST be at
I found the exception to the rule – the rule where even bad football is still good football. Well, last night bad football was bad football. Got to hand it to USC – they played a practically flawless game and my beloved Sooners…they’re still my beloved Sooners. I call Booksquare at half-time. “Oh, we’re losing. It’s 35 to 10.” “Oh, really? Yahoo says it’s 38 to 10.” Yes, thanks Booksquare it was. Final score: 55-19. My husband’s favorite team didn’t make into the NFL playoffs, so I may be losing my computer even sooner.
I’ve been told writers are more creative when they write in longhand than at the computer – the whole left brain/right brain theory. I’m a computer writer. While I take a notebook with me and spend my down time using a pen and paper, I write much faster at the computer. Which is why I’m sad about football. I always look at this time of year with both excitement and melancholy. Bowl season is almost over. The playoffs are nearly here, which means there will be a frenzy of football…then nothing. This also means my husband will want to be