Since I know you guys love food porn, here's a link to my blog post over at Side-show Freaks about coming up with "For Want of Chocolate" (think vampires + chocolate) and how I can't sell short stories.
WE at the League of Reluctant Adults are pissed. Miffed. Put out. Thoroughly riled. We don't often get political, nor do we often get angry. But an angry Leaguer is an UGLY thing. Just look at Mark over there, all snarly with rage. Why are we angry, you ask? BECAUSE WE DIDN'T GET BOYCOTTED. There's this group calling itself "The Write Agenda," who claims to be a bunch of authors looking out for other authors. In reality, we're pretty sure they're a bunch of con artists who got mad at people calling them con artists. Why? Because they attack two of the best friends an author or an aspiring author can ever have: Writer Beware and Absolute Write Water Cooler . Here's John Scalzi's breakdown of what this Write Agenda is, and why they're doing what they're doing. For those not in the know, Writer Beware and Absolute Write Water Cooler are free services that collect information on agents, editors, and publishers. They report on thin...
Heeeyyy, everyone! For those who have no clue who I am, I'll keep this short. My name's Dakota Cassidy, and I write fluffy (like lightly whipped fluffy), humorous paranormals for Berkley Sensation. Mark Henry invited me to join the League after I threatened heinous acts of violence against his person, involving my stilettos and an old can of Aqua Net. After much resistance, and the utter ruination of a sassy pair of red pumps, here I am :) In celebration of my forced entry... er, induction to the League--I got booty for ya :) Here's what I'm in for, and this is what ya gotta do--post in the comments section. Just say hello--that's it :) That enters you in the contest for... A signed copy of the second book in my Accidental series, Accidentally Dead , but that's not it. I'll buy TWO books--winner's choice--written by any of the authors here on the League. That means you could win books by Caitlin Kittredge, Jaye Wells, that meanie-butt Mark Henry, Miche...
Yes. Here I am, throwing it down. And who am I throwing it at? JAYE WELLS. See, last night I was hanging around on Twitter. (What? I wasn't avoiding work! No, no, not me! I was, um, keeping tabs on everyone else. Because that's my job.) Anyway. I was on Twitter. As was a certain Miss Jaye Wells. And Miss Jaye was bemoaning her own lack of balls--figuratively--when it comes to doing awesome things with her hair. To whit: Jaye feels that, had she any GUTS, she would do black-and-red streaks in her hair like the fantastic heroine of her fantastic book RED-HEADED STEPCHILD (and its sure-to-be-fantastic sequels, as Jaye is a kick-ass writer). And you know what? I personally feel the same. If Jaye had any guts, she would do it. And so the gauntlet is thrown. IF Miss Jaye does the hairy deed, and goes black with red streaks, *I* will put red streaks in my own bleached-white hair. And I'm talking red, folks; dark, primary-color red. AND I will post pictures here on the League blog....
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*sobs*
You have a great talent for describing food so you might want to consider a food critic position as a second job.
Thankfully, I have chocolate on hand.