And that *is* the greatest invention of our time.

And I will marry the man who buys me my first dedicated e-reading device. Seriously, I need it that much.

On the NY Observer article, at first I thought by “late” they meant a few months or something, but there's the scenario one agent mentions: “’O.K., this book is two years late. Do we want it anymore?'” Two years?!

Reminds me of the Hollywood idea of what being a published author is like (you know, the whole Stranger than Fiction thing where a lit fic author gets a special assistant from her publisher because she’s got writer’s block *riiiiiiight*, or the bit in

Bones

where her publisher buys her a car *rolls eyes*). The only people who *get* to be two years late pretty much never would be. Two years late means the author is having some kind of life crisis.

On the NY Observer article, at first I thought by “late” they meant a few months or something, but there’s the scenario one agent mentions: “‘O.K., this book is two years late. Do we want it anymore?’” Two years?!

Questionable Content is a little heavy on music geek talk, but the characterization is pretty great. I’d suggest reading more than just this particular episode.

SBTB has the second entry up of Doc Turtle's blog a long of J.R. Ward's Dark Lover. It's funny but painful if you liked the book (like me).

But all the more hysterical if you didn’t like it (like me).

Oh, and it's the third entry today, don't miss any of them if you're inclined to pop over (and don't drink anything while you read; your computer will thank you).