We Write!
Neil Gaiman had a wonderful commencement speech that he has, awesomely, turned into posters and an illustrated book, so that he can get multiple streams of income from one set of words. That masterful exploration of IP licensing isn't what I wanted to address, though. I find it bitterly amusing that when I see "Make... Continue Reading →
Well, I am just lying here in front of this bulldozer... We'll see who rusts first. Life resembles art, but not in a good way. The local council have indeed threatened to demolish my house. No, they didn't tell me right up front, but they didn't quite wipe a couple of windows and charge me... Continue Reading →
'and lunch-time, doubly so.' (Thank you, Douglas Adams.) Enjoy this while it lasts, because there is little doubt that some Owellian little prat somewhere in the future will be shocked at the idea of "Two pints, at lunch-time" being mentioned and re-write it. As Orwell predicted: 'Every record has been destroyed or falsified, every book... Continue Reading →
'World to end on Monday. Women and minorities most affected.' Anyone ever worked this one out: besides that it is the reliable Grauniad headline... this time too? It only works, of course, if the men aren't there. And, oddly, that is the case in this 'writer income ' Graun piece too. But let me explain.... Continue Reading →
Resolutionistas! Now is the time to overthrow the established order of things, the habits that chain us, and reclaim the world as it ought to be! Of course, while that sounds excellent, we all know it'll immediately fall apart because no one has a standardized vision of how the future should be... But tell me... Continue Reading →
Welcome to the last day of the year. It's been an interesting ride! If you haven't already, pull out some folders and start setting up your filing for 2023 before it arrives. Don't forget the folder for all your 1099's and other tax forms that'll be coming in over the next month. Your 4th quarter... Continue Reading →
Alma T. C. Boykin No, not the year 2022, although I've got mixed emotions about seeing it leave. It wasn't the best of years for me personally, but it was much, much better than several that come to mind. I was thinking about the ten years since I released my first fiction book, A Cat... Continue Reading →
No, not the so-called authorial Mary Sue/Marty Stu school of fiction, where the reader realizes that the protagonist is the author, just perfected in every way. I can think of one, maybe two people who got away with that for one book, possibly two. Stan Lee slipping himself into the comics on occasion doesn't count,... Continue Reading →
My run up to Christmas (which, as Barbs and I are on Ambo call, is going to be a low-profile day.) has been a quiet one. I am way behind on mince-pies. My kids are elsewhere for Christmas, and I'd rather the day was enjoyed to the full by those who are surrounded by family... Continue Reading →
I write as a hobby. Spend enough time around authors who do this for a living, or ones who are working on doing this for a living, and this phrase starts to sound like something I wouldn't want to admit... but it's actually critical to avoiding burnout. For those of you looking askance at me... Continue Reading →
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