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Monday, February 26, 2007

Weekend Recap

The weekend seemed really short for some reason. I had a very productive week at Syntroleum, so it might just be the shock of getting back into a rigid schedule having an effect on the speed with which the weekend passed.

On Saturday my son went to spend the night with his Mema. Apparently they had a great time. They went to the park, visited relatives and topped the evening off with a trip to see Ghost Rider. I haven’t even had an opportunity to see that movie yet.

We went to dinner with some friends to celebrate a birthday at PF Chang’s. I didn’t think to check if it was alright to use the name of the person whose birthday it was online, so I won’t but I hope they enjoyed the evening.

After dinner we all headed out to a little pub called Crawpappy’s for more laughs and frothy beverages. There was an odd mix of people in there and I have to admit, I picked up a few unique character traits to use as fodder in future novels. I love to people watch and the crowd that night was entertaining to say the least.

Sunday was an indoor family fun day. I’d hoped to spend the day basking in our recent warm weather, but the temperatures dropped and the wind sped up late in the evening on Saturday and never returned to the glorious point it was at for most of the week. The highlight of family fun time was playing Operation (It truly does take a steady hand).

So, how did you spend your weekend?

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Taxes Suck

It’s that time of year again. You know…the time of year when you get to see just how much your government loves you. It’s tax time. We met with my accountant last night. We’ve been filled with dread since the first of the year. This is a strange year tax wise for us. Not only do we have to claim substantial gambling winnings (we received more in taxable winnings last year than I made my first year out of college), but we also bought and sold thousands of shares of stock. Sure it was exciting at the time, but now we have to pay the piper so to speak.

I heard an interesting theory the other day concerning taxes. I don’t remember the parties involved, but the overall concern was that not everyone is doing their part to support the government. We have thousands if not millions of people working, shopping and living in our country without being held responsible for taxes. They come from all walks of life, whether they are illegal immigrants, third generation welfare recipients or the insanely wealthy with hidden incomes and shady tax shelters.

There is a solution. One which would not only make it next to impossible to pull one over on the government, but one that, once implemented would likely create a surplus for the first few years until they found just the right percentage.

Do away with income tax entirely. Move to a flat tax. But wait, wouldn’t there be a way around even a flat tax? How can anyone truly enforce taxation? Simple, have a 20% sales tax. If you want to buy food, clothing, consumables, etc. you will have to pay your taxes. No fuss, no muss. Everyone who saunters up to a cash register in this country will automatically be doing their part to support it.

Why 20% ? Well, for the average joe taxes are 28%, but that’s only that high because the people who actually have to pay the full amount are a minority. If you took the cost of running the government and divided it equally among everyone on its soil, I’m sure the number would be even less than 20%, but it is a good starting point.

Does anyone else think this sounds like a good idea?

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Tuesday, February 20, 2007


It’s time for another installment of The Darwin Awards.

(26 May 2004, Wolfsberg, Austria) The manager of an apartment house was surprised to find the legs of a corpse sticking out an apartment window. Police entered the apartment and found the deceased man's head soaking in a sink full of hot water.

Apparently the out-of-work Austrian had returned home after a night of drinking and drugs. He decided to slip in through the kitchen window. The window was fixed at the base and tilted out, giving him just enough room to squeeze his head through as far as the sink before he got stuck. While flailing around trying to escape, he turned on the hot water tap.

Police were not sure why he had not turned off the water, pulled the plug, or--perhaps most important--entered through the front door, since they found the keys in his pants pocket.


You Suck

I found myself in a unique position the other day. I finished my last book and hadn’t purchased any new ones. My wife suggested I try one she had in her “to read” stack,You Suck by ,Christopher Moore.

“What’s it about?” I said.
“It’s a love story,” she replied with a shrug.
“I don’t do love stories,” I reminded her. “It’s not really my thing.”
“It’s supposed to be funny.”
“I do funny, but come on…a love story? What else you got in the stack?”
“Don’t be so closed minded. Besides, it’s about vampires and I know you like vampire stories.”
“So it’s a comical vampire love story?” I let out a long breath to emphasize my lack of enthusiasm. “What the hell…let’s give it a whirl.”

I couldn’t put the book down. I’m telling you this book was laugh out loud funny. I devoured the whole thing in a couple of days (since I usually only get a couple of hours a day to read this is significant).

Young vampires in love, not just young in the sense they had just been turned, but they were quite young when it happened. Not only are they dealing with all the ramifications of being undead, they still have to deal with the awkward hormone driven angst of the average nineteen year old. Throw into the mix a smart mouth sixteen year old Goth girl minion, a huge cat, a couple of loveable homeless guys, a pack of vampire hunters who work nights at the local Safeway and a spiteful master vampire hell bent on destroying the young couple and well, as you can imagine things get sticky.

Seriously, this book is a must read. I haven’t laughed this much while reading since the first time I read The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams.

Rating: 5 Stars

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Monday, February 19, 2007

Weekend Recap

As most of you know, I’ve been working from my home since I accepted my new position as Controls Engineer with JVIC. Well, for the next two weeks I’ll be working on location for a short project. I’ve often wondered what that first on site visit would be like. Would it be much different than my old job? What would the people be like? How different will the equipment and instrumentation be? You know…the standard worries one has when they first visit a new place.

As luck would have it, my first on site visit will be to Syntroleum. Yes, Syntroleum is the company I left to work for JVIC. No, the irony isn’t lost on me. This should be fun to say the least.

This weekend was fairly quiet as far as weekends go. My wife contracted the plague (or at least a really nasty bug) last week and didn’t start feeling like herself until Sunday. My son also came down with the bug on Friday and well as of this morning he seems alright, but we’ll just have to see how the day goes.

I rented a bundle of movies since the only thing we seemed up for was laying on the couch. I thought about giving them each a proper review, but I’ve chosen instead to give a quick opinion of each here today.

School for Scoundrels was a decent movie, but not nearly as funny as I had hoped. It’s the story of a group of losers who enlist the help of a so called teacher to turn them into “Lions”. When one of them seems to stand above the rest, the teacher sees it as a challenge and sets out to ruin his life. It’s worth a watch if you have nothing else to do.

Rating: 3 Stars

Stay Alive was better than I expected. With good special effects and better than average acting, it even caught the interest of my “not so big on horror movies” wife. Video games don’t kill people, people kill people. Oh, unless the video game was created in such a way as to resurrect the ghost of the single most vicious female serial killer (based on an actual person) in recorded history. Yeah, this was a fun little movie and a good way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

Rating: 4 Stars

The remake of The Amityville Horror scared me shitless was much better than the original. The special effects and well timed percussions will leave an impression you won’t soon forget. This is a story that is supposedly based on an actual event. God help us all, if this really happened. I’m just saying…

Rating: 5 Stars

The Departed boasted a star studded cast, with actors such as Jack Nicholson, Matt Damon, Mark Wahlberg, Leo Dicaprio, and Martin Sheen to name a few. It is the story of perceptions, deceptions and taking what you want. It was a good movie, but a little predictable. When you have this many bad people in one place, somebody is not going to have a happy ending.

Rating: 4 Stars

And now for my single favorite movie of the weekend, The Illusionist. Man o’ man, I love this movie. Ed Norton plays an illusionist whose performance is so real, it leaves you wondering if his character actually has magical abilities. Yeah, this is a love story, but it is so entwined with a story about magic, intrigue and a woman beating murder with aspirations of greatness, you really don’t mind. Don’t even bother renting this one. Just march right out and buy it so you can watch it over and over again.

Rating: 5 Stars

So, how did you spend your weekend?

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Friday, February 16, 2007

Just a Taste

Some of you will remember, I completely rewrote The Dance. It just occurred to me, that I hadn’t given you all a proper taste yet. So, without further ado…taste away.

The Dance

Chapter 1

Brian Pearlman couldn’t believe his luck. It had been over a year since he first read a mention of Nina. The quintessential lover it had called her. After spending every free moment he could find, scouring for more information on her, he finally hit pay dirt. He found an obscure article about her on the internet. It said she was a Goddess of ancient Sumer, but her specialty is what drew him to her. Rumor had it she possessed the face of an angel and the lust of a demon. She could do things to a man, that would boggle the imagination.

“Yeah, I like the sound of that.” He snatched the handful of pages from the printer beside his computer.
He nearly tripped over his feet in his excitement. He barely touched the stairs as he sped to the basement. This was his special place. No one had the faintest idea he had the room beneath his home. The builder had called him insane, but agreed to keep his mouth shut when presented with a healthy bonus.

To the naked eye, it was just your run of the mill basement. Perhaps it was a bit less cluttered than some, but still average at best. He trotted to the southwest corner of the room and began counting bricks. First, he counted from the floor; then he moved to his right. Lucky number 13, he thought, pressing it with his free hand. A section of the wall moved with a heavy groan. The faux bricks that made up the door weren’t necessarily heavy, but the mechanism that moved them still protested under its burden every time he used it.

Rows of shelves lined both sides of the entryway from floor to ceiling. They were all but completely filled with books, some of which looked as thought they might disintegrate if touched. The hallway was thirteen feet long and opened into a circular room. The four support beams had images of angels carved into them. The two to the east and west depicted the winged warriors soaring towards heaven. The north and south supports showed them falling.

The pentagram on the floor stretched to cover the entire room. At each point stood a six-foot tall candle holder, made of sterling silver. Each of them sported a candle of a different color: blue, red, white, green and black.

A wooden altar stood in the center of the room. An incense holder and an athame rested between two red altar candles. There were twin doors on the front. The handles of each resembled faces, forged in painstaking detail. The one on the left was that of an angel; the other was a horned demon.

Brian stopped halfway down the entryway to scan a shelf. He plucked out a thick, leather-bound tome and rushed to set it on the altar. He killed the lights after the flame on his altar candle sprang to life. That’s more like it. Lighting is everything.

He flipped through the pages of the dusty book until he found the passage he wanted. He opened the bottom of the altar and pulled out a thick black robe. Once he donned the robe, he quickly set about casting his circle. He struggled to stay focused as he called to the each of the four Guardians to watch over his circle.

It was only after he was satisfied he cast the circle properly, that he returned to the pages he had printed out earlier. “Now, I will summon a lover who has no equal.” His chest swelled with pride as he thought of how far he had come. “More than that, she will be bound to me by magic. There will never be a possibility that she will leave me. Not like--” He felt his resolve weaken as he thought about how that tramp of an ex had ripped out his heart and crushed it beneath her stiletto. Forget about her. You need to concentrate if you want this to go smoothly. You pull this off and then we’ll see who has the last laugh.

He read over the incantation, and jotted down notes on his printouts. He knew how to sound out the words but had never been successful with their translations. He was able to decipher enough to get a rough idea of what they meant, but that was the extent of it.

Satisfied that the spell was complete, he sank to his knees and closed his eyes. He held his printouts in his left hand and the athame in his right. He pushed everything from his mind but the task at hand. At last, his mind was clear, focused. When he opened his eyes, his body was already tingling with anticipation. He held the athame high, began to read aloud in a singsong voice, his words rising and falling in a rhythm that came easy to him. He nearly stuttered as the flames of each candle began to flicker. He pressed on, eyeing them intently. The flames seemed to grow, stretching towards the ceiling. They danced and flickered in unison with the rhythm of the spell. He hesitated as the smell of sulphur reached his nostrils. Where is that stench coming from? He let his gaze search the room for the source.

It only took a moment for him to realize the danger of leaving a spell half cast and picked up where he left off. The air around him seemed to constrict and expand. Suddenly, the sound of rushing water filled the room. I’m going to drown in here, he thought, fear sweeping over him in waves. He nearly panicked as he braced himself for the impact that would never come. He twisted and turned in all directions, trying to pinpoint the origin of the sound. Just two lines to go; you can do this. He gritted his teeth, took several deep breaths and prepared to finish the spell. After he read the last line, in English he shouted, “So mote it be!” and stuck the athame point down in the floor.

Instantly the flame from the candles returned to normal and silence fell over the room. “Where are you? Where is my new bride?” He spun in circles, expecting her to materialize at any moment.
“Nina, come to me. I command thee!” he ordered with as much bravado as he could muster.
“Hear my voice, I have summoned you. Come and meet your new master.”
A rush of air spread through the room, extinguishing all the candles. Brian was plunged into darkness.
“Are you there?” His voice cracked with fear.

He stood and, with his hands stretched before him, stepped forward until he found the wall. He inched his way along until his hand met only air. Ok, here’s the doorway, the light switch should be… here. He flicked it several times, but the light refused to come on. What the hell? This is exactly why I had the damned electric installed down here. He tried the switch a few more times, hoping the power would return. I have to close out the circle. He left the room as quickly as the darkness would allow. By the time he reached the drawer where he kept the flashlight, the power had returned to the house.

“What went wrong?” he muttered as he returned to the empty ceremonial chamber. “I know it was working. I’ve never seen a response like that before.”
“Hell, what did I see?” He let the events replay, wondering if he imagined them. Maybe, I am as nutty as one of my patients.


Thursday, February 15, 2007

Movie Review: Godhead

Godhead is film by Rossana Jeran and our very own David Niall Wilson. Here is the official website for the movie.

From the website:

Godhead is the story of Zero and Magus, two friends who are torn apart by their own imaginations, after they find access to another dimension through a small, glass amulet called a “dragon tear”.

As they continue to delve, again and again, deep into the mystical realm, the dragon tear becomes like a drug. Rapidly, they’re absorbed by this spellbinding, spiritual dimension and the goddess-like entity they encounter there. Fantasy and reality begin to blur, as these rapt, emotional adventures become the center of their lives.

Jealousy, greed and betrayal push their friendship to the brink, because sharing the dragon tear means sharing something else – the intoxicating, beguiling woman on the other side.

Thematically, the film’s subtext examines the human mind then branches out into an array of complex themes that make up and challenge our own spirituality. Woven together with richly imaginative vignettes and visual effects, Godhead not only allows the viewer to experience this dragon tear realm, but to feel the characters’ spiritual and mental predicament first hand.

I enjoyed the movie. The style the film was shot in reminded me of a mix of old Doctor Who episodes and Trainspotting, giving it a very gritty feel that added to the movie’s charm.

With a strong, yet not “in your face message” and engaging characters, this movie could well be on its way to becoming a cult classic. I highly recommend this film to anyone who isn’t afraid to stray away from what is considered “the norm”.

Rating: 5 Stars


Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Valentine's Day

I can’t imagine life without my wife. I know it sounds corny, but she really does complete me. She brings out the best in me and it seems she always has. I know there was life before her, but it is just a hazy dream that seems insignificant in comparison.

To this day, I smile anytime she walks into the room. When she returns the smile, my heartbeat quickens. Her kiss still takes my breath away. Her touch, even when it is incidental gives me shivers. She can still make me tongue tied with just a look. I can address a room full of people without so much as a stutter, but a subtle batting of her eyes turns me into a bumbling fool, incapable of forming a complete sentence.

Who knew that love could feel like this and burn for so long? So, on this the day of lovers, I find it only appropriate to proclaim that love for all to see. Baby, I love you more than words could ever describe. I can think of no better destiny than to grow old with you. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Book Review: Thief of Lives

Before we move on to the review, I just wanted to thank everyone for the kind comments and emails I received yesterday. All is well, and I should be back to my ornery self soon.

A couple of months ago I read Dhampir by Barb and J.C. Hendee. It was a fantastic book. Action packed and well structured characters it was a fun read.

The other day, I picked up the sequel, Thief of Lives. I dove into the book with much enthusiasm. About twenty pages into the book, I began to worry. It had yet to really pick up the pace. While they were doing a fine job of fleshing out the world and the characters, the amount of detail they were using seemed to drag the story to a crawl.

There was enough happening early on, that I decided to push on to see where the story was headed. I’m glad I did. Once the story took it off, it reminded me again of why I enjoyed the first book so much.


Magiere the dhampir with the help of Leesil, her half-elf partner, leave their retirement dreams of running a tavern in Miiska when a group vampires besiege the town of Bela-and are discovered to be in a league with the town's most prominent elders. Not all is what it seems as they follow the trail of bodies to an unexpected source. They face new challenges as they battle for their lives. Not only is one of the Noble Dead a conjurer, but Leesil’s past comes back to haunt them as an elf assassin (Anmglahk) seeks them out.

I think this book is a treat not only for those who love a good vampire story, but those who enjoy a good fantasy to boot. Despite the shaking beginning, this book was a great read.

Rating: 4 stars

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Monday, February 12, 2007

Slice and Dice

I’m off to spill some blood…my own. Alas, I must go under the knife once again. The surgery is today at 11:30. Other than that, I'm looking forward to the rest of the day. Wish me luck...

How was your weekend?

Friday, February 09, 2007

The Ty That Binds

Today, I decided to give you a little teaser for one of the stories I have in my upcoming book, Tales of Abject Human Misery. This story is, The Ty That Binds. I hope you enjoy it.

Tyler sat up with a gasp. He looked around the room, his mind slowly registered where he was. Moonlight shown through the window, casting shadows up the wall from the boxes stacked in the floor.

What was that? He threw the blankets back; swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“What are you doing, baby?”
He looked down at his wife beside him. She had the covers pulled up over her head.
“Sorry, Abbey,” he whispered. “I heard something--”

“What?” She sat up, her blue eyes wide.
“I don’t know. It came from the other room.” He drew a sharp breath when his bare feet touched the cold wood floor.

“Some boxes probably fell over,” Abbey said through a yawn. “We can pick up the mess in the morning. Come back to bed.”
“I just want to make sure.” He snatched a pair of pants from the floor.

“It’s our first night in our new home. It’s just…unfamiliar. Don’t be such a worrywart.”
“You’re probably right, but I’ll sleep better if I check it out,” he admitted with a chuckle.
“Whatever--” She rolled over, pulling a pillow over her head.

Tyler tiptoed into the hallway, searching from room to room for the source of the ruckus.
“Huh…that’s about right.” He entered the living room with a sigh.

A stack of boxes lay on their side between the television and the coffee table. The top box was open, scattering knickknacks across the floor. He stifled a yawn as he knelt to pickup the contents of the box. A board creaked in the floor behind him. He whirled, swinging a fist wildly. It found nothing but air.

What the hell? He spun in circles, looking for signs of someone else in the room.
He returned his attention to the mess in the floor. He picked up a ceramic dolphin; wrapped it back in its newspaper before returning it to the box. He stiffened as cold fingers run down his back.

“What are you doing up, Ab…?” His question died in his throat as he turned to face his wife. No one was there.
Great…now I know I’m imagining shit.

He retrieved a glass ballerina, wrapped it, and placed it in the box. His wedding picture lay face up on the floor. He studied the crack in the corner of the frame as he picked it up. His reflection was dark, stretching over the glass. A woman’s face rose from behind him. She leaned forward. Dark hair fell from her shoulders. Her eyes smoldered. Her lips parted; spread into a smile. He dropped the picture, sending it clattering to the hardwood floor. He lurched forward, spun in the air to face the stranger. He wanted to scream, but his throat constricted. She stood before him, yet not. He could see the wall behind her. He could see it through her.

Her arm rose from her side with slow deliberation, fingers extended in his direction. She glided forward, feet unmoving, fingers reaching…searching. Tyler scrambled backwards on hands and feet that trembled. His back pressed against the couch. There was nowhere else to go.

She knelt beside him, her smile reaching her eyes. Her fingers found his chest, his neck, his cheek. Her cold caress burned a trail along his jawbone.
This can’t be real; can’t be happening.

He stared at her. His body refused to move, frozen…gripped. She leaned in, her face looming closer. He closed his eyes, not wanting to see what she was about to do. He felt her lips on his forehead, cold, damp. The smell of rose petals filled his nostrils. Her lips slid down his face, across his cheek, touched his earlobe. His body rocked from the pounding of his heart. His breath came in gulps. His eyes squeezed tighter.

“Welcome home,” she said in a husky voice.

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Thursday, February 08, 2007


Lost made its triumphant return to television yesterday. I’ll admit it…I’m hooked on this show. Last night, a few more piece of the puzzle were revealed and of course, a few more questions raised. Jack saved the life of his enemy and in doing so, secured freedom for his friends. Along with Kate and Sawyer another young man from the island set sail in a boat. When they rescued him, he was being “tortured” in a room with flashing images and blaring music. My guess is that he was being brain washed and at some crucial moment he will betray his newfound friends. Then again, that seems way to obvious so I doubt they will let it play out that way. The writers have a wonderful knack for the unexpected.

In other news, I’m finally getting my ride fixed today. Some of you may remember my little fender bender during the last ice storm…well, apparently thousands of other people also needed work done and the whole process was seriously slowed down. No matter, it was drivable and by the end of the day, it will look good as new again. This is rather ironic, since I’m about to make my third payment on it, lol.

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Wednesday, February 07, 2007


It’s time for another installment of The Darwin Awards.

(7 February 2005, Malaysia) Fireworks are a longstanding lunar New Year's tradition among Malaysia's large Chinese minority, and continue to be widely used to celebrate, despite a ban on their sale and use.

Wan, a 29-year-old excavator operator, spent the evening watching people set off fireworks outside a suburban Kuala Lumpur nightclub. These were no mere firecrackers. They were rockets that shot as high as a ten-story building before exploding.

His curiosity piqued, Wan bent over one of the launching tubes for a closer look, wondering how these powerful rockets worked. He was peering down the tube when it fired, sending him flying ten meters. He died instantly from severe head injuries, according to a senior police official.

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Monday, February 05, 2007

Super Weekend

Friday evening, we decided to check out a new restaurant in our neighborhood, Sticks Chicken House. It’s been open for weeks, but hadn’t put it on our rotation because we already have a chicken place we use. Anyhoo, we decided to give it a whirl and it turns out they sell chicken, pork and beef Kabobs, plus an assortment of other chicken and pork dishes with a decidedly Filipino flavor. Throw on top of that, some serious garlic rice and a few spring rolls and it quickly became so not the KFC experience I was expecting that I was kicking myself for not trying it sooner. I enjoyed it tremendously. If you ever make it to Owasso and need a bite to eat, slide by 96th Street North and Garnett, for a tasty little treat.

Saturday we met up with some friends of ours for dinner at Tei Kei’s. It was a great dinner and better company. They recently had a baby and this was our first restaurant experience with them since the birth. Let me just say, Noah is one happy baby.

After dinner we decided to go bowling for a bit. It sounded like a good idea so we set out to knock around a few pins. We found a lane, put on the shoes and fired up the screens. When it was my turn, I grabbed the ball, eyed the pins and started the quick trot I normally do before tossing the ball down the lane with everything I can muster. Guess what…my Achilles injury had other ideas. My goodness, this is quite the little hitch in my giddy up. It hurt like hell. Who would have thunk it, but yeah the motion in bowling is quite strenuous on that part of the leg.

So, I had to take my time and throw my old form out the window. Oddly enough, with the new walk upright and release near the line technique, I bowled a 161, which I understand is quite high for someone who only bowls once a year or so.

Of course, yesterday was the travesty that was Superbowl Sunday. I so didn’t want the Colts to win, but I guess they wanted it more than the Bears. This is the first Super Sunday I can remember, that there wasn’t one standout commercial. They usually do a pretty good job of putting together in your face advertising for such a highly viewed event, but this year they were all sort of humdrum.

What did you do this weekend?

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Friday, February 02, 2007

The Great Debate

Horror literary agent extraordinaire, Lori Perkins has an interesting outlook on the rise of technology in the publishing industry. Please stop by her blog to read the entire post.

In this day and age, where email outshines most all forms of communication, does it make since to incur the cost of printing out a three hundred page manuscript that may or may not be accepted by a prospective agent? It seems that more and more agents are making the move to email submissions (or at the very least electronic forms from their websites). It is tempting, when preparing one’s query, to only add agents that accept electronic submissions to the big list.

Yet, there are many great agents out there that still only accept snail mail submissions. What are the pros of resisting e-submissions? Why haven’t all agents moved to this media? Perhaps, it’s a means of slush control.

It is my understanding that the slush pile is both the bane and life’s blood of any agent (or editor for that matter). If the pile grows by some hundred submissions a month, what will happen to the slush pile when all an aspiring writer has to do is it send? It grows to a near unmanageable size.

By submitting electronically, the writer has nothing to lose really. It cost them virtually no out of pocket and if the agent says no, there are several others out there that might say yes. It takes a certain amount of commitment and belief in one’s work to print out the pages, compile the work, check it three or four dozen times, stand in line at the post office and finally see it shipped out to the (we hope) appropriate party. With the advent of email submissions, what would normally take the better part of a morning, will only take a few seconds. With those extra hours free, an author has plenty of time to send out several more queries, perhaps even dozens in a given morning.

Another reason may be reading habits. It has been suggested, in certain circles, that one can’t make an accurate assessment of a piece of work through an email as one has a tendency to skim. If you are physically holding pages, are you less likely to skim? Maybe, maybe not. My bet is that the speed with which a proposal is read is influenced more by the size of the slush pile it come from, than the media with which it was received.

Whatever the reason, the fact remains the same: Agent X will not accept e-submissions. How long will they be able to resist the pull of technology? As long as he or she wants. Let’s face it, as long as there are more agents than aspiring writers (dear God, help us all if it is the other way around), agents can have their submissions any damn way they please.

I, for one, am thrilled that more agents are accepting e-submissions. When I compiled my list for this go around, I put all of the agents that accepted email submissions on the top. How about you? How do you prefer to handle the process?

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Thursday, February 01, 2007

Snowblind in Oklahoma

We the undersigned tenants of Northeastern Oklahoma, hereby respectfully request that you cease and desist all activities related to the blanketing our area in snow and ice.

Am I the only one who’s sick of winter? We only received a few inches yesterday, but we are bracing for a second storm today and yet another storm possibly on Friday. It’s not like I live in the North. I live in Oklahoma! You know… where the wind comes sweeping down the plain. We just aren’t used to this kind of weather around these parts, pardner.

All kidding aside, this has to be the worst winter we’ve had since I moved to this part of the world. If I wanted to contend with this crap, I would have stayed in Delaware. Oh well, what are you going to do?

On a side note, Blogger has forced me to switch to the new version. Resistance is futile.

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