Help Build the Knowledge Database!

Attention published authors! Tobias Bucknell has finally gotten our collective genre acts in gear, with his Genre Advance Study. The survey will remain up for a year, but the sooner we all share the data, the sooner we can start determining patterns (or lack thereof).

Go. Share. Build the Knowledge. Because, as you know, knowledge is power, and we all need electricity...



Edited to Add: Speaking of gathering information.... I'm not going to link to the Gaiman/TNH post, because that's already been plastered all over LJ. But here's my own agent's take on getting an agent.

Practical Authorkeeping 101: Feeding the Brain

When in the middle of revisions, it is important to ensure that the author does not attempt to live on chocolate, caffeine and carbs alone. Red meat is called for, at least once a day.

However, not all authors are, shall we say, ept in the kitchen. Or, indeed, have any interest in becoming ept.

So here's a quick, pre-tested way to feed the beast-brain without causing a fuss.

Take two small lamb chops. Rinse, pat dry, and set aside.

In a bowl or plastic bag, mix:

enough quality olive oil to cover/coat the chops
3-5 pinches of chipolte (depending on your preferences, and yes, you can find this in your local supermarket!)
about half that amount, pinchwise, of brown sugar
a splash of mild vinegar

Marinate the chops in the mixture for at least an hour. Grill. Consume*, fighting off the felines as best you can.

Go back to work.



*green salad optional -- I had an apple, instead, while waiting for the meat to be done.

CSI Love and general disgust

Hee! CSI: NY is just too damn much fun. ( vague spoilers )

So totally New York. It's still not grabbing me the way the original does, but it's not because of the plots. I find myself gravitating more to Stella than Mac, which I would not have thought, to begin with, although he does have his own charm. Maybe he just suffers from Lack-of-Grissom?


Less fun is the news that Prince Harry has been forced to apologize. Why? because he thought it would be a good idea to wear a Nazi officer's costume to a party. I hope the Queen decides he's not too old to be taken over her knee and paddled. Hard.


And apparently the White House is now offically saying "whoops, nope, no WMD in Iraq. Sorry! Just kidding!" Speaking of people needing to be spanked... (and not in the fun-if-you're-kinked-that-way, either).


Oh, and in case I haven't said it recently? Boomerang is insane. Totally, absolutely, freaking insane. He needs kitty valium. Oi.