I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak, on the plane ride out to Denver. Started it waiting to board, finished in somewhere over the midwest. I loved four-fifths of it, but just didn’t like the authorial insertion in the end.
I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak, on the plane ride out to Denver. Started it waiting to board, finished in somewhere over the midwest. I loved four-fifths of it, but just didn’t like the authorial insertion in the end.
As some of you might have seen, there’s an article or such on me in the latest issue of Writers Digest, in […]
After watching the debate last night and catching up on Fringe (is anyone else watchign that? What do we think about it?), I needed to do something that didn’t require all my attention, and allowed me to curl up in the armchair in Rexroth’s office under a handmade quilt. Tribute by Nora Roberts fit the bill perfectly.
I finally finished reading Brad Meltzer’s The Book of Fate last night, which I think I’ve been working on for about a month.
I got home from Europe late last night — well, around 7pm Mountain, but it felt way later to me! I’m mostly […]