Uncreated Conscience

Looking back on some of my blog posts since starting work here at St. Martin’s Press, I’ve become slightly baffled by how much I talk about work. It’s like I have no life, you guys! How horrifying! It’s time I return to a self-centered, narcissistic monologue about my life. (Not really. Except kind of really.) [...]

Happy Bloomsday, everyone! I would give ULYSSES a read-through today, except my friend Kristine has my copy and my other one is so destroyed it has literally fallen apart at the seams. No matter, for I am rereading CATCHING FIRE more slowly this time around (to savour the small details), and Kristine introduced me to [...]

I have decided I need to add Michael Emerson to my family of adopted people I may or may not adore in the way gay men adore Judy Garland. So, I have Magical Uncle Neil Gaiman, Fairy Grandfather Ian McKellan, Storytellin’ Gramps Philip Pullman, and…I may have to relegate the actor playing Benry as…That Creepy [...]

Those who know me and Bear know that I have excellent taste in romantic partners but unfortunately, my discerning judgment doesn’t extend to television shows. I have had deplorable luck with the two to which I’ve been (slavishly) faithful: first The X-Files and now Lost. I have come to hate both shows in ways I [...]

I could have quoted my other favourite line from Don Hertzfeldt’s Rejected, but I figure “For the love of God and all the is holy, my anus is bleeding! (Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay!)” wouldn’t fly as a title. Firstly, whoever created this is a graphic genius. S/he should have my brainchildren: My favourite is Ben’s look of utter [...]

Can I just say here that I hate Kate from Lost with all the passion of my soul? So much that words cannot even express the depth of my loathing? And if ONE MORE PERSON tells me that Sawyer’s love for her is “true,” I will shove a fork in their face. I’ve hated that [...]

Words cannot express my love of Michael Emerson. He’s so cute/sweet/creepy! His drawings look like something from a horror film and his reading of “Little Boy Blue” could give any child nightmares. So much love for the Man Behind Benry. P.S. From the same artist who drew I Harth Darth comes Benry Knows Best. Win! [...]

I got an email this morning from La Junior Agent forwarded from El Jefe (who is on holiday in Florida, I believe) forwarded from his (potential?) client who said he really liked the editorial suggestions I made to his manuscript and that if I had any more I ought to send them along as soon as possible. I had been led to believe that I would have little or no interaction with agents because the intern assists the assistant, but I have been rather fortunate to have the head honcho of this literary agency take an interest in me. El Jefe is adorable; he refers to me (in writing) as “Jay Jay.” (La Junior Agent for the first few days called me “Jo-Jo.” Perhaps I ought to give up and go back to being called “Sarah.” Ew, just looking at that name makes me shudder.) I have a self-pubbed memoir to read and report on when he comes back. I have read the first 5 pages. The answer is no. [...]

After the episode “LaFleur” of this past week’s LOST and a conversation I had with Jack Violet on GChat the last night had me thinking (again) about romance and the what works for me and what doesn’t. (Spoilers for “LaFleur” to follow, don’t continue reading if you don’t want to know! If you don’t follow [...]

Clearly Ben is the perfect man. He has my copy of ULYSSES.