This photo was taken today. Where am I?
As they say, I’d tell you, but…
Posted in Life
Posted in Life
I am in the land of mountains and snow this weekend, seeing many movies. So it’s that time of the blog year: Ask me questions. What do you want to know?
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Hi, Chicago! I am waving to you from Terminal 2 at O’Hare. Good to see you.
Now, random Internet stuff I have found while browsing from this fine city. The headline of the day:
FBI: Man tried to hire assassin, pin murder on cat.
(AP) EAST ST. LOUIS, Ill. – Federal investigators helped by a conscientious paroled killer say they foiled a plot to abduct, extort and electrocute a wealthy man in a scheme they say borrowed elements from a television show and sought to blame the killing on the planned victim’s cat.
Now to board my next flight. It’s been fun, Windy City — thanks! Next time I’ll try to stay longer than two hours.
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Tomorrow I’m heading to the Sundance Film Festival. I will be packing sunglasses and attitude. Anything else you think I should take?
Note: Requests to capture Robert Redford/Peter Sarsgaard/Rashida Jones will be rejected. Friends and family already have dibs.
On film, people. Capture them on film. Sheesh. What did you think I meant? Just because I have a T-shirt that says, “Everything I need to know, I learned from the people trapped in my basement,” is no reason to take everything I say literally.
(PS – Mom, I’ve poked air holes in the crate, so your gift will arrive in good shape.)
The avid readers at Girls Just Reading have posted a Q&A they did with me. Hop on over there and check it out.
Author Interview: Meg Gardiner
GJR: It always takes us by surprise that you can (and do) kill off your characters so easily. We have to ask, does it hurt you as much as it hurts us?
MG: It’s not easy at all. It’s terrible. But I write thrillers. This means the characters will find themselves in danger, facing life and death situations. And if they always survive, where’s the suspense? When I first started writing, I protected my characters, because I liked them. Though I put them in danger, I knew in the back of my mind that they’d be okay. I never truly put them at risk, and that meant that I never truly took a story as far as it could go. I stunted its possibilities from the beginning.
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Tagged Evan Delaney, Girls Just Reading, Jo Beckett, Kill Chain, The Memory Collector, Writing
All right, all right. The last photo — Chinatown, San Francisco — was too easy. Have a go at this one.
Where am I? Please be as specific as possible.
UPDATE: Answer after the jump.
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Don’t freak out. Because I know you will. You’ll take the slight changes in the appearance of the blog as clear and frightening sign that the 2012 Apocalypse is imminent. It’s like going into the supermarket and discovering that the Doritos have been moved to Aisle 5. What’s happening? Oh, God, the Mayans were right…
Or not.
In any case, I’ve toyed with the header and sidebar, to mess with your heads and because I like to keep up to date with kids these days. Those wacky kids, always Facemiming and Tweetsquawking and such. I’ve added a Twitter feed, so you can glimpse what I’m up to in 140 characters. Yes, social media is coalescing into a huge hive mind. Its various forms are banding together into a seamless and unstoppable whole. Resistance is futile.
Wow, I need to put down the William Gibson and turn off Star Trek. And probably drink less coffee.
How’s your Monday?
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Here’s another photo, taken in a place that features in at least one of my novels. What’s your guess?
And yes, I was in search of coffee. Desperately.
UPDATE: Okay, this one was easy. It’s Chinatown, San Francisco.
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There’s been some online verbal boxing between readers, authors and agents in the last week or so. Publishers Weekly reports.
Should Authors and Agents Weigh In on Citizen Reviews?
Is it time for a Miss Manners intervention? These days it’s tricky to keep up with the name-calling surrounding citizen reviews on Goodreads, Amazon, and Twitter.
In other words, this isn’t powerhouse publishers sniping at reviewers from Publishers Weekly or the New York Times. It’s authors venting at readers who failed to rave about their books.
In the biggest recent dustup, over a one-star January 13 Goodreads review of Kiera Cass’s The Selection – a YA novel about a lottery that allowed 35 teenage girls to compete, a la The Bachelor, for a handsome prince – the war of words got heated enough that one commenter referred to a citizen reviewer as “that bitch.”
My thoughts:
1. Writers: Rise above. Unless a malicious troll is deliberately trying to destroy a book or its author with diatribes and libel, leave it alone. Resist the urge to slash back. No matter how infuriating it can be to read a lousy review, don’t yell and call names. To the outside world, it comes off like a forty-something engaging in a screaming match with a six-year-old. Everybody who sees it thinks: Who’s the adult here?
Clue: Be the adult.
2. In the annals of reviewer-bashing, this dustup is small potatoes. For raging, out-of-control writer vitriol, nobody can top Aaron Sorkin, who not only waded into the comment forums on Television Without Pity but then wrote an entire episode of The West Wing that ripped apart online discussion groups. (Search for the phrase “sitting in a muu-muu and smoking Parliament Lights.”)
3. Remember what an actual, serious problem looks like: Salman Rushdie has pulled out of the Jaipur Literary Festival because intelligence sources warned him that underworld figures were sending assassins to kill him.
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“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction … The chain reaction of evil — hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars — must be broken, or we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation.”
– Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Strength To Love, 1963.