That’s my new dog, Maxx. I was thinking about changing it to something like Percival or Gimpmeister Sir-runs-into-a-lot-of-trees, but I didn’t want to confuse him. He’s maybe the sweetest dog I’ve ever met. Of course, I’m biased, just like most parents are of their own ugly, drooly children. Maxx doesn’t drool though. Seriously, he’s awesome.
The things boys are made of. I’m totally psyched about rescuing a dog this weekend. I hope it works out. I’ve been skirting the idea of a dog for a while; crazy, fat writer guys need dogs. Anyway, I was on some rescue sites when I found Maxx. He’s a cute as crap little
I’ve been having a lively conversation over on Self-Publishing Review about the nature and responsibility of an agent. There are a lot of negative ideas out there about agents, and I can’t address them all, so I thought that I’d tell my story. Tell how I got my agent and what our relationship is like.
I’ve been pretty harsh on Stephanie Meyers and the Twilight series. Not because of her writing ability or because of the glittery vampires (okay, yeah, a little because of that), but mostly because of the message she was sending. I don’t want to beat that dead horse anymore. Lots of people have beaten it way
FYI, the first thing I realized is that my blog is OMG-BORING. I’ve hired someone less boring to post as me from now on. Bring in the dancing puppies! So this is the entry. This is the one where I look back on the start of this blog that no one reads and go, “Wowiee,
Today is the day. Today it’s official. THE DEATHDAY LETTER is going to be published by Simon Pulse in the summer of 2010. Holy frakkin’ crap! It’s real! Frak, frak, frak. The feeling is absolutely insane and awesome and FRAK! I’ll have loads more news soon along with a real description of THE DEATHDAY