Jennifer Crusie's Blog: Argh Ink

So I woke up late today, read my e-mail, and found out that my interview with Sarah Wendell has provoked some controversy which means it’s only a matter of time before somebody posts somewhere that I did it on purpose to improve page views. This is because the internet is full of conspiracy theorists, conclusion jumpers, and general all round shallow thinkers, none of whom are us. (That’s a joke. I have to say that here because I’m going to get flamed all over the internet about five minutes after I post this, so it’s good to point out the jokes to the humor-impaired. Yes, that’s mean. New here, are you?) read more >>

Steve Jobs died today. I’ve been pretty blatant about my passion for all things Mac. It started with my first Mac, a MacPlus back in the mid-eighties, the first machine I ever drew on, and continued with the laptops that made writing stories possible for me. I didn’t write fiction until I found the Mac, and now I can’t imagine writing on anything but a Mac. The iPhone was the first phone that made sense to me. The iPad freed me from finding an internet connection on the road. Steve Jobs and his design team have informed and enhanced my professional life for twenty-five years. I usually don’t care deeply when a public figure dies aside from a general human regret, but Jobs’s death is different. Something exciting is gone from the world today. He made the world a better place because of the way he made things. His insistance on excellence made excellence a benchmark. In today’s world, that’s pretty remarkable. read more >>

Today we’re thrilled, thrilled I tell you, to invite to Argh Ink the hardest working woman in romance, Sarah Wendell, possibly the only person who knows absolutely everybody in the business well enough to call them “Honey.” She speaks, she blogs, she films, and she writes books. Her first book, written with her blog partner, Candy Tan, was Beyond Heaving Bosums, the Smart Bitches’ Guide to Romance Novels, and it was a huge success, so it’s not surprising that she’s back again, this time writing solo with Everything I Know About Love I Learned From Romance Novels, in stores NOW. read more >>

So Thursday was Vet Day, the day I mistakenly thought it would be faster and easier to take all five dogs to the vet at once. Thank God for Lani.

We got off to a bad start because I’d forgotten to round up enough collars and leashes for everybody, and then there was the hell of getting them all in the car (although Milton’s always ready to go and so is Wolfie; it’s Veronica who’s sure it’s a plot against her), and then the excitement of driving while Lyle bitched because he had to share his moment with the rest of the fam (he’s used to solo trips and his own vet burger at the end, plus Mona chewed on his ear the whole way):

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I’ll get a real post up here as soon as I scrape myself off the floor. Quick updates: I turned 62, I’m back home, and that house I bought in NJ has to be completely gutted.

In the meantime, I need titles with “wild” in them. Shorter is better. Already used: Wild Night, Wild Ride, and Wild Child. So some more snappy two-syllable titles would be best although at this point, I’ll take anything. I need three of them. No you’re not going to see anything by these titles any time soon. The problem is taking up space in my brain that I need to write other things. So I’m moving it into your brains.

Braaaaaaaaaaaaaains.

Sorry. It’s been a grueling month. And I’m old.

So, Wild Titles. Have at it.