In an embarrassing instance of “when authors go apeshit,” genre writer Candace Sams began a mostly one-sided wankstorm over a few negative reviews of one of her books. Within hours, it had hit Twitter and even romance blogging site Dear Author, with people basically pulling up lawn chairs and popping popcorn to watch this woman… Read More The facts of a critical life.
In my previous entry, I mentioned being from the land of musical numbers. My antecedants are from the land o’ Bollywood films. I’m from the land of peanut butter buckeyes, Kiwanis and Wildberry incense.
I’ve been on a big of a blogging hiatus, as my creative spirit battles it out with the onset of winter. I just don’t do well with cold weather. My instinct is to hibernate, both physically and emotionally. Of course, the peril of Internet silence is that if you let it stretch on too long,… Read More Updates from La Casa Mala
It’s been days since I’ve posted an entry, but it feels like an eternity. Writer’s block, that pernicious lack of inspiration, is a dangerous thing to give into. Couple that with a city that’s steadily growing colder — that’s always anonymous and bustling and its own immovable force —and I get a crystal clear sense… Read More The sleeper awakes…or maybe not
There’s been an increase in traffic of late, so I just wanted to have the obligatory talk about the purpose of this blog. This is my personal blog, where I review books, talk politics, and also dish what I watch on TV. Nothing I say here represents the views of my place of employment and… Read More The obligatory disclaimer post.