Still life of mobile work, with dog
In the back patio at Cafe Zoe, where I've written about half the book. My book launch party will be there. Maybe I'll bring the dog. via flickr
How do you choose print versus digital versions of books?
I'm gathering some information about how people make the choice to read digital versus printed versions of books, newspapers, and the like. What I'm trying to do is
“the most important role that publishers perform is the one they are strangely reluctant to celebrate”
Via Pete Simon, I found this essay by Jeff Norton about making raising the visibility of editors as part of a larger effort to educate people (or maybe
Is sharing the new creativity? I don’t think so
Felix Salmon, who normally is really very smart, had a line in a recent post about sharing and the rise of Tumblr that's been stuck in my throat:
“What really changed my life was my decision to write every day”
Heather Donohue, who by an absolute cosmic law must be referred to as the star of the Blair Witch Project, has a new book out about her leaving
“I would rather people talk about the books than how I publish them”
The Guardian recently had a profile of self-publishing success Amanda Hocking, who writes novels incredibly quickly, then self-publishes them on Amazon. While she's managed to become a phenom
The revival of the archaic meaning of “addiction” in social media
I've been interested in the use of the term "addiction" in technology and social media-- when the high-tech industry started talking about technology being addictive (or put more
Katie Roiphe gives up
Slate contributor Katie Roiphe has a piece about Freedom, the turn-off-the-Internet app. How many people made New Year’s resolutions to spend less time on the Internet? Yet another
Back to serious writing
The groove is back. Amazing what a giant latte, a favorite cafe, and Philip Glass' Kundun soundtrack turned up to 11 can do for your concentration. via flickr
Words, words, mere words, no matter from the heart
Trying to get my thousand words for the day before Thanksgiving. via flickr The quote is from William Shakespeare, Troilus and Cressida, I think.