If it's no bother, it'd be much appreciated!

Could you explain what Target Tampa is?

I'll put together a neat little write-up of it, I just want to make sure Maya approves, now that I think of it.

There will be two other writers there for signing and workshoppy events, but I want to make sure it's totally okay before releasing their names.

Me = stoopid

Is it the Target store, in Tampa, Florida?

The book is called Hot Target.

Hey, has anyboody else read Vamped, by David Sosnowski? I did, and liked it a lot. It's about a world where vampires are the majority and humans have been hunted almost to extinction, where a 100-year-old vampire finds himself the guardian of a 6-year-old-girl named Isuzu. It's a great premise and the writer has a good time exploriing it, writing about things like vamp vacations to Alaska and eBay-only trade in human junk food.

My only criticism was that the plot feels quite rushed in places, and I would have liked to see more from the girl's viewpoint. But it's a darn good fluffy, funny vampire read=.

I don't usually read or post here in Literary, but I just wanted to point out this interview at Slashdot with Neal Stephenson. (As you might expect, it's rather long-winded.)

Thank you. Dear GOD, I love this bit:

The first time was a year or two after SNOW CRASH came out. I was doing a reading/signing at White Dwarf Books in Vancouver. Gibson stopped by to say hello and extended his hand as if to shake. But I remembered something Bruce Sterling had told me. For, at the time, Sterling and I had formed a pact to fight Gibson. Gibson had been regrown in a vat from scraps of DNA after Sterling had crashed an LNG tanker into Gibson's Stealth pleasure barge in the Straits of Juan de Fuca. During the regeneration process, telescoping Carbonite stilettos had been incorporated into Gibson's arms. Remembering this in the nick of time, I grabbed the signing table and flipped it up between us. Of course the Carbonite stilettos pierced it as if it were cork board, but this spoiled his aim long enough for me to whip my wakizashi out from between my shoulder blades and swing at his head. He deflected the blow with a force blast that sprained my wrist. The falling table knocked over a space heater and set fire to the store. Everyone else fled. Gibson and I dueled among blazing stacks of books for a while. Slowly I gained the upper hand, for, on defense, his Praying Mantis style was no match for my Flying Cloud technique. But I lost him behind a cloud of smoke. Then I had to get out of the place. The streets were crowded with his black-suited minions and I had to turn into a swarm of locusts and fly back to Seattle.

Lots of Crusie fans here, right? Here's a new interview with her:

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Holy cow. Look at Lurlene McDaniel's bibliography.

Mother, Help Me Live

Sarah McGreggor has leukemia and needs a bone marrow transplant. It is at this critical moment that Sarah learns she was adopted. When the "One Last Wish" check arrives, Sarah decides to search for her birth mother--and a chance for life.