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This Is Not A Glitch, #amazonfail

Since PublisherWeekly’s server seems to be seriously borked with all the traffic, I’ll repost here.

AmazonFail continues apace. An Amazon spokesperson FINALLY released a statement to PW:

Amazon Says Glitch to Blame for “New” Adult Policy

By Rachel Deahl & Jim Milliot — Publishers Weekly, 4/12/2009 5:49:00 PM

A groundswell of outrage, concern and confusion sprang up over the weekend, largely via Twitter, in response to what authors and others believed was a decision by Amazon to remove adult titles

Amazon Censors Search Rankings, To “Protect” Us

Well, I’m breaking my rule about posting on Sundays. Here’s the situation:

Amazon.com decided, over the holiday weekend, to strip many titles they considered “adult” of sales rankings, making them impossible to find through Amazon’s search function. This is disproportionately affecting GLBT titles.

Books like Lady Chatterley’s Lover and Bastard Out Of Carolina have also been tagged as “adult” and removed from search rankings. They told Mark Probst it was to “protect” readers. Writers such as Maya

Smart Bitches event in Portland!

Well, Beaverton, anyway. Will I get burned at the stake if I say “close enough”?

I will be attending Candy Tan’s signing in Beaverton on April 15. This hilarious half of the Smart Bitches, Trashy Books team will be reading from (and signing) their newly-published Beyond Heaving Bosoms: The Smart Bitches’ Guide to Romance Novels. This promises to be a truly awesome event! I’ll be bringing my copy (and perhaps body parts) for her to scrawl upon.

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Stages of Deadline Acceptance

Cross-posted to the Deadline Dames. Where there are giveaways, more writing advice, and some damn fine fiction. Go take a look!

I have a confession to make, dear Reader.

Right now I am avoiding a book. Utterly, shamefacedly, but determinedly.

Part of being the kind of writer I am (i.e., I write to pay the rent since I would be spending hours doing this anyway) is having deadlines. Deadlines mean one has to account for one’s time to that most harsh and forgiving of bosses: oneself. Right now I’m usi

Fear, Grimoires, And Heaving Bosoms

A quick Link Salad today. I should learn to give myself the proper amount of time between books so I’m not freaking out when I should be relaxing. Then again, the freak-out is apparently part of the whole stinking process. ANYWAY.

* Go and read Fictionista’s A Case For Self-Defense. And when you’re done, enter to win a copy of The Gift of Fear. If you don’t win it, head on over to Amazon. It’s real, real cheap for a book that can save your life. (My review of Gift of Fear is here.) I swear, I mak

More Urban Night

I finally got the best of the pics from Saturday uploaded. You can find them here, slideshow here. These are more Urban Night shots; I just don’t like photographing by day for some reason.

Enjoy!

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A Bad Mood Gone Good

Time for me to become a hermit again. Or as close to a hermit as I can become with kids and a job. (And a Twitter account.) Yes, that’s right–I’ve hit what I call the “itchy stage” of writing projects. It’s where even one’s skin doesn’t fit right, where the work is calling and one resents any intrusion on it. After the itchy phase comes the deep-breath-and-sinking-in phase. If I pay attention to the itchy phase maybe it will be mercifully brief.

I’m also worn out from social visits. All from peop

On Retail, Food Service, And Speshul Snowflakes

Note: I am cranky today. Read with care.

It’s been sunny since Saturday morning. I am not quite sure how I feel about this. On the one hand, it’s a change from the gray and rainy, but I like gray and rainy. (It’s why I live in this part of the country, after all.) On the other, it’s bright and weird. And too hot.

I’m always amazed at people who move here from sunnier locales and then complain about the rain, or who seem almost psychopathically grateful when we have sunny days. It’s the Pacific Nor

Empathy: Hurts So Good

First of all, giveaways! To celebrate Dame Keri’s latest book debuting at #6 on the NYTB list, we’ll have three lucky winners chosen at random[1:]. We’re giving away this tote bag (so you can carry her book away from the store), this coffee mug (so you can sip coffee/tea/hot milk while reading her awesome book) and the grand prize, a $10 Amazon gift certificate…so you can buy her book, erm, ahem, anything you want. (There may be more Surprise Prizes too.)

To win, just congratulate Keri in the comm

My Muse, And Roasted Chicken

Oh, my Muse. Let me sing to thee.

Oh my gal is a high part stepper

Ginger with salt and pepper

She’s a fancy stepper when she dances

Go and see her as she kippers and prances

My gal don’t do much talking

Dances even when she’s walking

One and two and three and four she dances all day long…

–Bugs Bunny

Yes, my dear Muse. That ornery little magic-strewing wench. Here I am, having cleared my calender and wanting to settle down to write the next effing book I’m contracted for, and she just capers arou