Romance Writers Convention Report
The hell business does a horror writer have at a romance writers convention?
The hell business does a horror writer have at a romance writers convention?
“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do.” … Could Michael Heilemann, the author of the default Wordpress theme, have hidden this in his CSS so he could later track down everyone who was using code based his theme? Yes, I’m paranoid.
It’s eerie how these questions are always the same, without exception.
My local newspaper served up another nugget of mental poop this morning, this time in the form of Erika Lassen’s column, Sexy ads limit my freedoms.
I’ve spent all of 2009 so far writing and refining a two-act comedy stage play about pirates who take over a Caribbean cruise ship. . . . Yes, I realized halfway through the first draft that the timing of this idea is a little off. Damned Somalis.
A baby moon — sort of like a honeymoon . . . Because, you know, our lives are supposed to end once the baby is here.
Since when has the C-section become the moral equivalent of a boob job?
The plotting of LOST looks like a train track assembled by a dyslexic meth addict.
This will prove to you that I’m not going to use this blog for ever more glamorous self-promotion.