Ten Second Trailer Reviews: Aquaman: I mean the stuff with Little Arthur looks kind of amazing but Mera’s wig is SO VERY BAD and I don’t like the underwater people effects (the city is beautiful), so eh, IDK, withholding judgment. Shazam I would have cast neither that kid nor that man as Billy, but aside from that: naaaaaaaht baaad. Naaaaaaaaht baaaaaaaad at aaallll. Tho I tell you, the bit on the subway where he first hears the wizard’s voice? I went hard to and stayed there, because wow. It does…
Author: mizkit
when to read that book
There’s this debate/ongoing question that keeps cropping up over on Twitter, about when one should buy and read a new book. There are lots of readers who don’t want to read a series until it’s done (fear of it never being finished is a big reason why, there), and often people say they’ll wait for a whole series to come out before buying and reading them. The problem with that approach is publishing is a business, and if a reader waits to buy the first (second, third, etc) book in…
a reversion of rights
I got some of the best news of my writing career last week and I’m still OVER THE MOON about it. Lo These Many Years Ago, I wrote a trilogy for Harlequin’s quick-to-fail Bombshell line, which were meant to be action-adventure romances, James Bond type stories where the heroine was the Bond character. The line flopped badly for a lot of reasons, and the books I wrote never made any money, but I had a WONDERFUL time writing them and always wanted to do more. In fact, despite the books…
Agent Carter Kisses
I have, from time to time, made noises about how much I wanted the Agent Carter kit from Besame Cosmetics, all with a “maybe someday I can buy it” wist. Well, some of my friends conspired and got it for me as a birthday gift! In fact, I got the package from the Lead Conspirator, my friend Mary Anne, and I thought “???” and turned it to see ‘cosmetics’ written on the customs form, and, as Young Indiana will attest, said, “Oh, she didn’t,” right out loud. But she HAD!…
hell hath no fury
Years ago, when Ted was at his last job, which was a 40 minute drive from home and which had an acre-wide open floor plan for its call centre, one of his coworkers, whom we’ll call Mike, LOVED my toffee. Loved it with a love beyond reason. (It’s as good as my fudge.) One evening Mike frantically waved Ted down as Ted was heading out the door, already late bc he was always late, bc he couldn’t leave until his last agent was off their last phone call. Ted, concerned…