PULP ROMANCE

mariadahvanaheadley:

He saw her across a crowded shelf.

Her deckle-edge was seductively deep, her endpapers velvety. She was a first edition, probably autographed. Any man would want to write his name in a book like her.

She noticed him perusing her pages, and blushed. He had a hard spine, and a crisp dust jacket. His eyes were capitalized, and in an obscure font designed in Amsterdam in 1768. She caught herself glancing at his flyleaf, and looked away, mortified.

They were in the YA section, and she was acting like a common galley.

“Can I have your ISBN?” he whispered. He could nearly see her addendum.

“Yes,” she cooed, helpless. “Yes.”

——

A couple of years ago, for the 110th Anniversary of the terrific indie University Bookstore in Seattle, 110 writers wrote pieces of 110 words. This was mine, a miniature romance novel, the only thing in that genre I’ve written. (So far.) Books are sexy. I became a writer in order to get closer to them.  

wilwheaton:

inothernews:

Besides the hype, besides the technical fuckups of NASDAQ, besides the overvaluation and offering too many shares during their IPO, I think the reason Facebook’s stock is failing as much as it is right now is that people have come to realize that Everybody’s Favorite Social Network is just too obnoxious, intrusive, and data-scrapingly assholish in the way it treats everyone from its most ardent users to, sadly, people on third-party platforms like, I dunno, TUMBLR, that perhaps want nothing at all to do with the privacy black hole that is Mark Zuckerberg’s dickishness incarnate but wake up and log on to find THIS UTTER BULLSHIT.
I go on Tumblr to be on Tumblr, Tumblr.  Please leave the shitty Facebook tactics to Facebook.

Cosigned.

What they said.

wilwheaton:

inothernews:

Besides the hype, besides the technical fuckups of NASDAQ, besides the overvaluation and offering too many shares during their IPO, I think the reason Facebook’s stock is failing as much as it is right now is that people have come to realize that Everybody’s Favorite Social Network is just too obnoxious, intrusive, and data-scrapingly assholish in the way it treats everyone from its most ardent users to, sadly, people on third-party platforms like, I dunno, TUMBLR, that perhaps want nothing at all to do with the privacy black hole that is Mark Zuckerberg’s dickishness incarnate but wake up and log on to find THIS UTTER BULLSHIT.

I go on Tumblr to be on Tumblr, Tumblr.  Please leave the shitty Facebook tactics to Facebook.

Cosigned.

What they said.

maddywirtz:

let’s talk about how awesome this is. okay? okay.

Someone collected this! 

In which Amanda, in her Kickstartery joy, pays tribute to my SFX awards acceptance speech for The Doctor’s Wife.

Which, since I got my honorary Doctorate the other week, I suppose she is also, these days.

asker

pestisthebest asked: I've asked you silly questions already, so you probably already hate me for being another typical ass. But why do you make yourself so approachable on the internet? Why don't you maintain an inscrutable silence like many other of your contemporaries? Wouldn't that give you a much more mystical persona?

Sure.

Back in about 1998 I noticed that I would turn up for signings and people were vaguely disappointed by me. In their heads I was much taller, and dressed all in black velvet, and I spoke in perfect iambic pentameter, and was in all ways much more interesting than the perfectly normal person who writes the stories.

And that was why I started my blog at neilgaiman.com. I don’t want an inscrutable and mystical persona. I’d much rather be a hardworking writer who is out there and pointing out that the important thing to do is to write, and that it’s a craft, and yes, there’s magic involved, but it’s the magic of creation that anyone can partake in by putting one word after the next.

So that’s why. 

humanmindinformaldehyde:

- Neil Gaiman

humanmindinformaldehyde:

- Neil Gaiman

From 1986, in the Savoy hotel (which is why I wore a jacket and tie - you had to wear them to be in public spaces in the Savoy then, although the interview was in Dave’s suite), age 25, interviewing Dave Sim about Cerebus for the Sunday Times.

From 1986, in the Savoy hotel (which is why I wore a jacket and tie - you had to wear them to be in public spaces in the Savoy then, although the interview was in Dave’s suite), age 25, interviewing Dave Sim about Cerebus for the Sunday Times.

Made rebloggable by request. On criticism…

What’s your opinion on authors singling out negative reviews (explaining in comments why the review is wrong, defending their book, etc) of their work on sites like Goodreads?

I think authors are allowed to point out errors of fact in a negative review, if they really have to and it’s important to them (errors of the “I understand that the reviewer feels this is the worst account she’s ever read of the Thirty Years’ War of 1618–1648. I would like to point out that one reason for this is that my novel is actually set during the Hundred Years’ War, which occurred from 1337 to 1453…” variety.) And otherwise we should swear loudly to ourselves, probably startling our cats, then we should keep our mouths shut, and go and write other things.

Because I think it’s a good thing that people don’t like everything we do.

I mean that. 

I do not write books that everyone will like. Human beings like different things. If human beings did not like different things — if there was unanimity of opinion on what was good and what was bad, what books were enjoyable and what weren’t, then the odds are that I would starve. My books and stories are not to everyone’s taste, which is why I am so pleased that all people do not share the same taste. 

Some people like what I do. Some people don’t. The ones who like what I do are the ones who keep me fed, and to them I am grateful; and the ones who do not, well, fair enough. There is no letter that I could write to a website, nothing I can ever say that would make someone like a book that they do not like.

(Occasionally time can do that, and experience, and life, and people will come to me and tell me how much better American Gods got during the ten years between them reading it at sixteen and at twenty-six. But that’s a different thing entirely.)

Opinions are true. But they are only opinions. Once you’ve written a book, it belongs to everyone, and they are all allowed to have opinions, and the spectrum of opinions is the spectrum of humanity.

Sometimes I write things I am not satisfied with, and every now and then I run into people who think that thing I did that I didn’t like was the best thing in the world. I feel more uncomfortable around them than I ever do reading a scathing review.