Author Archive

Dicks are still dirty, even if it’s art

Today I logged into my Smashwords account to check up on my ebook titles and see if they'd all been approved for listing in their premium catalog. When I did so, I found the following notice on my title "The Unbelievably True Story of the World's Worst Sex": Some of our retailers are super-sensitive to nudity. Please consider uploading a new or censored image. This is only the second time any Continue Reading...

No more false gods

I hereby swear off reading online newsletters from people offering writing "advice." "What?!" I can hear you screaming. "Do you think you're better than the rest of us? How dare you!" It's not that newsletters or blogs on the subject of writing have nothing to offer me. There are certain blogs and newsletters that I find helpful and entertaining, and some I even read religiously. But Continue Reading...

Pseudonyms for dummies: Forging a new identity

Hi! My name is Nora Roberts, and I write romance novels. I'm also Julia Roberts' younger, hotter sister. And no, I did not have relations with that hamster. What's that? You thought my name was Laura Roberts? And that I wrote erotica? And that there's no family connection to Julia? Clearly you've been deceived! Actually, this post is all about pseudonyms, which for writers are a socially Continue Reading...

Literary news round-up (via Twitter)

Here are a few interesting things, in a literary vein, that I've read today because of Twitter: Morning people may be more creative in the afternoon; Cormac McCarthy joined Twitter [UPDATE - JAN. 26: Actually, he didn't. But some imposter fooled us for a bit, according to GalleyCat]; The Professional Writers of Austin are trying to locate Austin's equivalent of the Algonquin Round Continue Reading...

Winter 24-Hour Short Story Contest

Whew! I'm done with my entry for WritersWeekly's Winter 24-Hour Short Story Contest. The quarterly contest opened at noon yesterday, closes at noon today, and asked participants to write an 850-word story using the following prompt: Blue ice stretched to the horizon, fading into the blinding rays of another waning winter sun. She shivered violently as the shifting mass groaned under her feet. Continue Reading...