Ever since junior high school I’ve been a little obsessive about books. I would ride my father’s bike to the Book Tree across town. The bike was a ‘comfort’ model (high handle bars, wide seat, wide tires), but I rode it like a mountain bike on the bumpy trails that cut through the woods to …
The phones are ringing, but I still (for some technical, not easily explained reason) cannot answer them. When I pick up, the line goes dead. So I’m just letting the ugly squat black machine ring. (Why hasn’t anyone figured out how to design a decent-looking office phone? There hasn’t been a cool-looking phone since the …
My job is to answer the phones. That’s all I do. Last night we had a storm and water leaked into the phone system box and frazzled the system. And by ‘frazzled,’ I mean it the phones don’t work. My job is to answer the phones. That’s all I do.
The Big Bad Book Blog has a nice post about book placement at the big stores. (Via Eoin Purcell.)
If my site stats are any indication, Ms. Aragi and Ms. Cheney must receive a horrific quantity of queries. A huge percentage of my traffic comes from Google search results for those two agents.
Another post-less two-week stretch. I blame two things: back-to-back parental visits (mine and my wife’s) and also an inability to get excited about recent book/publishing events. Book prizes do not, generally, interest me. I care about them if an author I read has been nominated (sort of like the way one is suddenly interested in …
I just found out that the house I live in is the same house one of my coworkers grew up in. The television in the breakroom was showing a commercial for a basement-finishing contractor. I commented they would have a hard time with my basement as it had a boulder in it about the size …
