Bart King's Blog, page 214

You know what's cool?

When people at a fund-raiser (in this case, for the Audubon Society) come by my table and start cracking up at one of the books.

That's cool.

Now I remember why I never read in the bathtub.

It's because I never take baths. (Bathtub bookstand from here.)

Ann Patchett opened a bookstore in Nashville...

...and on opening day, the bestselling author gave a speech at Parnassus Books that went like this.

Now THAT'S a news story!

"Man attacked by seagulls 

attracted to his moustache"? 

I knew there was a reason I didn't grow one of those. 

Bonus Yucks: Look at the "Related Items" list on the left.

Google Maps isn't helping me here.

By azamali.

So I was at a fundraiser for the Audubon Society yesterday, which is a great chance sign books and meet folks. Funny things always happen at these types of events. For example, one woman trailing two little girls rushed up to my table excitedly. She picked up Cute!, looked at it, set it down. 

"That's a lot of words," she said thoughtfully, and then she rushed off again.

So THAT'S my problem: My books have too many words!

Bonus: We authors are sometimes hard-pressed to describe our own writing. A friend of mine at the event decided to go with "My writing is like a combination of David Sedaris and Mark Twain."

What a coincidence; that's what MY writing is like, too!

"Bestselling" redefined

A friend of mine popped into a bookstore in the Bay Area and spotted some of my work. But he took issue with my author's bio, which describes me as a "bestselling author."



I explained that I have a broad definition of the term: When I receive word that any copy of one of my books has sold, I simply shout out, "I'm the BEST!"








In other news, the Audubon Society of Portland is hosting the Wild Arts Festival here in town this weekend. Among its draws are authors like Colin Meloy, Jean Auel, Ursula Le Guin, Jane Kirkpatrick, and, well, me. (I'll be there Sunday, 12-4.)

Pillow fights just got deadly.

Brian Ku has come up with pillows in the shapes of things like scimitars, nunchucks,
ninja stars and grenades.



Bravo!

Forest? Check. Dog? Yep. Thermos? Got it.

Time to read. (Via.)

Forest? Check. Dog? Yep. Thermos? Got itT.

Time to read. (Via.)

This picture sums up much that is right in this world.

Peanuts cartoonist Charles Schulz engages in war-games back in 1967.