The guy reading Maxim and moving his lips. But maybe I should give him the benefit of the doubt. He looked like a low-level Russian mobster, so maybe he was just brushing up on his English.
From Teresa Nielsen Hayden, this link to: Mormonism: The Gathering Now take your hand off your little factory and step away from the cards.
Say, if I haven't mentioned it yet (and I promised to), the December issue of Realms of Fantasy, containing my short story "Divided by Time," is out and available on newsstands. (More info.) This time the Union Square Barnes & Noble was carrying more copies than
This new feature at Amazon that lets you search on the complete text of a book is just the tiniest bit scary.... Search on my name. Click into the excerpts that pop up. Theoretically you could read a whole book at Amazon and never pay for it. Explain to me
Singer Elliott Smith Dead at 34. In an apparent suicide. I don't know what to say. I don't suppose, looking at his work, that this should really be a shock, but cynical and depressive as his music was, he seemed to have the humor and self-
We saw Kill Bill, Vol. 1 on Saturday night with several friends. The most harrowing moment came just as The Bride was waking up from her coma—as she was reliving the attack at her wedding in her mind's eye one more time. A small, plaintive, terrified voice
When I'm standing inside the door of the subway, and you stand up well before we arrive for your stop, then say "Excuse me" in that fucking haughty way when we reach your stop—where can I go? You're blocking me from going anywhere!
I've received my contributor's copies of the December 2003 issue of Realms of Fantasy, which contains my short story "Divided by Time." My name made the cover again (!), which this time out features a still of Viggo Mortenson from The Return of the King.
previous: Prologue: A Silver Tide Jenna Kemp, mayor of Sun Forge, folded her thinkrag in half and pushed it away. She sat back in her chair, staring down the length of the conference table. It was morning and she was alone in the council chamber, which was probably a blessing.
previous: A Nanoscopic Foreword Carl McFarland stood beneath a motionless white canopy at his father's funeral, one arm around his wife's waist. The western Nevada desert was hot and dry as a kiln—over forty Celsius just past noon, and him in a black wool suit.
I spent the end of 2003 finishing up revisions to my first novel, Silvertide. While I await word as to its fate, I offer the prologue and first chapter for your approbation. I hope you enjoy this little preview. Check back soon for news and more announcements. next: Prologue: A
So the agent suggests the author trim and revise his novel. The author revises the first half of the book and send it to the agent with an outline of the other changes. The agent send the revised half and outline to the editor. A year goes by, or close
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