Monday and I'm...Tired
Wow, that was a short weekend. Hope everyone had a happy mother's day, and got a chance to take a look at Major League Baseball using pink bats to promote the fight against breast cancer. The Susan G. Komen foundation is an absolutely wonderful cause, and I hope the bats raised some money and awareness. Though those pink bats did look a little odd...
First up, check out this terrific article by Sarah Weinman and Ron Hogan from this week's Publishers Weekly about the inaugural International Thriller Writers conference this summer. I'm a proud member of ITW and will be, um, thrilling away in Arizona this June. I'm excited to meet fellow members of the thriller community and listen to some of the most incredible minds in crime fiction. And I still believe if we pool the collective nefarious brainpower at the Arizona Biltmore, we can dig a hole to the center of the earth and simultaneously rob every casino in the world at the same time. Just saying.
And as for this rumored feud with the Mystery Writers of America, all I'm saying is bring it on. Whatcha gonna do, mystery writers? We're like MacGyver, see. We'll build a thermonuclear snowblower out of Crest white strips, a donkey named Pete, and three quarts of Mr. Bubble Bath, and it will have the plutonic capacity to detroy all 12 moons of Endor. What are you gonna do, besides sit around smoking a pipe and saying, "Mmmyes...I believe the butler did it...mmmyesss."
Just kidding. We love you guys. Now will you help me in the greatest mystery of all, uncovering the location of my house keys?
Oh, and Chaper 8 of THE REAL LIFE OF JOHN GILLIS. And in the inspirational words of Nigel Tufnel, come and Smell the Glove.
Wow, that was a short weekend. Hope everyone had a happy mother's day, and got a chance to take a look at Major League Baseball using pink bats to promote the fight against breast cancer. The Susan G. Komen foundation is an absolutely wonderful cause, and I hope the bats raised some money and awareness. Though those pink bats did look a little odd...
First up, check out this terrific article by Sarah Weinman and Ron Hogan from this week's Publishers Weekly about the inaugural International Thriller Writers conference this summer. I'm a proud member of ITW and will be, um, thrilling away in Arizona this June. I'm excited to meet fellow members of the thriller community and listen to some of the most incredible minds in crime fiction. And I still believe if we pool the collective nefarious brainpower at the Arizona Biltmore, we can dig a hole to the center of the earth and simultaneously rob every casino in the world at the same time. Just saying.
And as for this rumored feud with the Mystery Writers of America, all I'm saying is bring it on. Whatcha gonna do, mystery writers? We're like MacGyver, see. We'll build a thermonuclear snowblower out of Crest white strips, a donkey named Pete, and three quarts of Mr. Bubble Bath, and it will have the plutonic capacity to detroy all 12 moons of Endor. What are you gonna do, besides sit around smoking a pipe and saying, "Mmmyes...I believe the butler did it...mmmyesss."
Just kidding. We love you guys. Now will you help me in the greatest mystery of all, uncovering the location of my house keys?
Oh, and Chaper 8 of THE REAL LIFE OF JOHN GILLIS. And in the inspirational words of Nigel Tufnel, come and Smell the Glove.
posted by Jason Pinter at
7:47 AM
2 Comments:
Ooh, I'm jealous, The Hoff is a hard act to follow (especially Knight Rider era Hoff).
Cozy writers scare me, since I think they have the most devious minds of all. We all know if givent the chance, M.C. Beaton would chop off our Hamish MacBeth with a rusty axe.
Lad lit writers are like Zach Morris. Great in their teens, but when mixed in with NYPD Blue it just doesn't take. Does that make any sense? I'm not sure...
Do they also have a cool Tom Selleck mustache??
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