Ray made this up by herself, y’all: –Why did the dinosaur cross the road? –To squish the chicken.

A chica at work looked at me and said, “Oh, you just reminded me of this board game a friend of mine has…” Mwahahaha! (That’s the name of the game. I wonder why she thought of me.)

by Alane Ferguson, a YA forensic mystery. That’s right, a YA forensic mystery, with all that implies, like details about dead bodies that you probably think your YAs shouldn’t be exposed to. Neither do a lot of the people in the book, but Cameryn has more problems with her personal life than she does watching

by Carol Berg. Warning: This is the first half of a two-book series. If you’re going to buy one, just get both. I am so regretting my foolishness, because I just finished the first one, and now I don’t have the other one. The story’s about a jerk who ends up getting left to die

Willfully not knowing what you’re doing is the opposite of professional.

Writer’s block is my subconscious’s way of telling me I’m about to screw up in a big way. I can write mediocre stuff, no problem. But if I try to force my characters to move out of character, ZZZT. As soon as I give up on whatever I’d planned, I’m fine. I don’t even have

Ray had her kindergarten graduation ceremony today. Send her some love 🙂

Some guys, dressed up as Indiana Jones characters, roll a 5-million-block boulder down a San Francisco street. Hey, either it sounds freakin’ hilarious, or it doesn’t. RUN, INDY, RUN!

Ian Healy, a writer buddy I met at PPWC, opens the floor for questions. I started to type out a lame question, then suddenly realized the best favor you can do for a writer is ask a question that requires a creative answer. Here’s what I asked: In case of zombie attack, and barring “the

A Zelazny novel, The Dead Man’s Brother, was found among his papers and should be published February 2009. Now, I’ve read a lot of stuff that Zelazny wrote that wasn’t much good–pulp gone askew. But I’ve read most of it anyway. (via Gaiman)