Was in the supermarket with
empath_eia yesterday (yes, we are totally going to be Those People, the annoying types whose journals consist of schmoopy shout-outs to each other) I saw copies of Cassandra Cla[i]re's books. I didn't know whether to squee for her (dammit, I'll like who I wanna like) or be very embarrassed for her now that after all the shitty things the Internet has said, her books are now the dreaded "supermarket fare."
(Let's just say that, penniless as I am, you'd put any book I'd penned in a supermarket at your own peril. I'LL SNOB IF I WANNA SNOB.)
This settled firmly into embarrassment for the good Ms. Cla[i]re (I liked the I. Why did she get rid of the I?) when I saw the endorsement from Stephenie Meyer, of Twilight fame on the cover.
(Let's also say that even if I became published with my lackluster skills (and even more lackluster attempts at, say, writing a novel or contacting anyone who might be interested in it), and even if I met Ms. Meyer and liked her as a person, I wouldn't have her quote on my book.I'm saving it for
a_hollow_year. Then again, I wouldn't intentionally write YA. The fact that my authorial voice is immature enough that everything I write reads like YA anyway is UNRELATED.)
Anyway, I kind of want to go back and take a picture of it, except
thegraybook has suffered enough.
For those of you skimming, PAY ATTENTION HERE.
doctorwhy is host to THE BEST WEBCOMIC EVAR, Worst of the Time Lords, (in space, no one can hear you cry into your pillow.) It's basically a walkthrough of the Doctor's rubbish life, and if possible has actually made me love him more. (As well as burst out laughing loudly at inappropriate hours.) Also, it doesn't forget to twist the knife a few times.
This bitter, self-loathing take on the Doctor makes me think of it almost as a sort of bridge between the Doctor and House in
empath_eia's fantastic fic, As the Crow Flies. (I know I've recced this here before, but. Relevancy! My schnookie-wookums!)
Iiincidentally, who would be willing to take a cross-country road trip (or lend their car for such a trip) for a little cash? (As it's me, a very little cash.) Not cross-Canada. That other country I don't like anymore.As opposed to the stodgy one above it I never liked. Feel free to ignore this part. I'm just asking everyone, even strangers.
(Let's just say that, penniless as I am, you'd put any book I'd penned in a supermarket at your own peril. I'LL SNOB IF I WANNA SNOB.)
This settled firmly into embarrassment for the good Ms. Cla[i]re (I liked the I. Why did she get rid of the I?) when I saw the endorsement from Stephenie Meyer, of Twilight fame on the cover.
(Let's also say that even if I became published with my lackluster skills (and even more lackluster attempts at, say, writing a novel or contacting anyone who might be interested in it), and even if I met Ms. Meyer and liked her as a person, I wouldn't have her quote on my book.
Anyway, I kind of want to go back and take a picture of it, except
For those of you skimming, PAY ATTENTION HERE.
This bitter, self-loathing take on the Doctor makes me think of it almost as a sort of bridge between the Doctor and House in
Iiincidentally, who would be willing to take a cross-country road trip (or lend their car for such a trip) for a little cash? (As it's me, a very little cash.) Not cross-Canada. That other country I don't like anymore.
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