Tracy Morgan reads.
He’s not crying, he’s just doing an impression of Shel’s author photo.
PAJ
peterjoseph.us
“Yes, I know most of you just grab the book and open the cover, but this is about respect, people! Follow protocol, and your reading experience will be technically enjoyable.”
Lol.I just loved this. We must care for the things we cherish. :)
(via theatlantic)
Today’s delightful British-ism: “having a poet’s day” = leaving work at noon and spending the rest of the day drinking in a pub.
Who’s this “Ibid” character anyway?
Many of the statements in this paper are also noted as coming from a person only identified as ‘Ibid’ in the footnotes. I am not skeptical of Ibid’s view, but I would like to find his/her article and read it for myself.
Who knew?
Laurie Abkemeier: Does Your Title Pass "The Stranger Test"?
Here’s something to think about when considering titles for a book. Imagine you meet someone for the first time, and that person knows nothing about you. You exchange the usual greeting, and then she asks you what you do. You say, “I’m writing a book. It’s called ________________.”
Stop.
Now,…
I totally agree with this suggestion.
Rick Ross reads Tina Fey.
Rick Ross’s summer reading.
Reading like a BOSS(ypants).
Now it can be told: The super-secret book project I’ve been teasing you about for the last few months is my parody of George R.R. Martin’s “A Game of Thrones,” which is called, parodically enough, “A Game of Groans” by George R.R. Washington. Here’s what USA Today had to say about it:
It’ll be available on Tuesday, 3/27, but you can click on the cover to pre-order at Amazon.
Alan Goldsher, novelist/ghostwriter/editor: Here's the official press release for my 3/26 and 3/27 book release parties. I hope my Chicago peeps can make it, and I...
LITERATURE COLLIDES WITH IMPROV AS AUTHOR ALAN GOLDSHER UNVEILS HIS NEW NOVELS AT CHICAGO’S iO THEATER
On Monday, March 26 at 8:30 PM, join Chicago-based author Alan Goldsher at the iO Theater on 3541 N. Clark, when he celebrates the release of his two new novels, A Game of Groans: A Sonnet of…
As she began to type the review, a wet finger of doubt twisted into Sleepmaker’s ear. “Is this—,” she wondered, “am I—?” The text cursor blinked cheerfully, awaiting her stupid words: it was time to judge.
