Here's a couple of really good blogs for you.
First, Steven Johnson, author of Everything Bad Is Good For You, a book I haven't read because it's not out here til the end of the month but which looks like a great read if the reviews are anything to go by. His blog is immediately addictive, not just because he writes well – of course he writes well, he's a writer – but because he comes across like just your ordinary blogger, like you or me or Neil Gaiman. Although I can't imagine Gaiman offering to go down the pub with the punters after a signing. Well, actually I can, but I suspect he doesn't because he'd cause a public nuisance with such a big crowd. (Thanks to Kevin for the heads-up on this.)
Second, Mythos of a Sorority Geek, a wonderful blog I discovered recently when reading through the kerfuffle about women in blogging. (I'll write about that issue one day, I promise.) A true geek in the 'can do shit with computers that I can't even comprehend' sense, sQurl is probably the only woman on the net I've read recently whose views on equality and gender I agree with. She's got a facility for reasoned, yet passionate, thinking that is so frequently missing in online discourse, and I appreciate that quality immensely, particularly when contrasted with some of the kneejerk shit that gets spewed out onto the blogosphere. A gem. Go read.
I will update my blogroll (oh, and there's another hot topic) just as soon as I remember the password.
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“Kneejerk shit that gets spewed out” sums up what's wrong with a lot of blogs.
And mostly, by the time I've finished signing, the pubs are shut.
Neil
That's so harsh. You should encourage the organisers to hire venues that include the words 'pub', 'bar' or 'lounge' in their names, and insist on a glass or two of your favourite beverage to 'ward off hand cramps'. Either that, or sneak in a thermos of 'coffee'.
Well, Hunter Thompson used to insist on a bottle of Chivas Regal waiting for him at each signing. Of course, at his signings, no-one minded too much what he wrote on their books. Or if he wrote on their books. Or if he turned up.
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