Monday, May 12, 2008
Interviews, etc

I did an interview a couple weeks ago over here, but I forgot to link to it until just now.

Also, for those of you who haven't seen it already, Tarol Hunt over at Goblins did an awesome comic about the book. (It's the second comic on the page, you'll have to scroll down a bit.)

And lastly, this week I managed to hit the top 10 on the New York Times:




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That's all for now. I'll start announcing the winners of the photo contest later this week, so stay tuned....

pat

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Sunday, April 27, 2008
The Rothfuss Corporation


A couple weeks ago I had the delightful experience of doing my taxes. It was extra exciting this year, because most of my money came from writery stuff. That means for the most part, I'm self-employed.

I've always thought "self-employed" had a nice ring to it. It's sort of Firefly-esque. Wear a gun, take jobs as they come, and never be under the heel of nobody ever again....

But then I found out that if you're self employed, you get to pay super double-fun bonus taxes. Because, apparently, the government hates you.

Up until this year, I've always gotten money back because I've lived well below the poverty line. This year, I got to give them money. It was, as they say, more fun than getting kicked in the throat. Mostly.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not against taxes. Everyone loves to bitch about them, but taxes pay for schools, and roads, and snowplows, and sewage treatment plants. My friends have a son who is autistic, and the government helps them by bringing in well-trained people.

These things are important. If that's all my taxes went toward, I would pay them gladly. I would sing a song while writing out the check.

However, we all know that's not the case.

So, under the advice of several wise people, I've decided to start a corporation. This is supposed to prevent the government from taking quite as big a bite out of my ass for next year's taxes.

It doesn't seem right, honestly. The corporation is just me: I own it. And this corporation (let's call it Me-corp) will be employing me. That, apparently, is different from being actually self-employed. Sorry? What? How does that work?

I guess what it comes down to is that the government is really, really dumb. Dumb enough so that if I put on sock on one of my hands and use it as a puppet, it will be convinced that the puppet is actually paying the taxes, not me.

But I'm not above exploiting a loophole in the system. So all that remains is to figure out what to call this corporation. I having trouble picking a name. Names are important things, you know. They tell you a great deal about a... a corporation.

So far, the only names that I can come up with are goofy ones, like Puppet-Co. Because the thought of owning a corporation is just silly to me, I keep thinking of cheesy names and slogans. Things like:

Rothco: Our Future is Your Tomorrow....

The Badassery: Crushing Your Hopes and Dreams Since 1998


Another part of me wants to just geek out and name the corporation after something in my book. I could call it "Elodin Enterprises" Or "The Valaritas Consortium."

If y'all have any clever ideas, please feel free to list them below....

Also of note:

  • Today my book is going to be listed in the New York Times print edition at #11. It's probably not such a big deal for you, but I've been excited to see it....
  • I've been really surprised by the response I've had to The Contest. I've already received over a hundred entries, and decided to push back the deadline because some people heard about it late and asked for more time. New deadline is May 4th. Clever readers will realize that this opens up the possibility of taking pictures on Beltane.... I'm just sayin'.

Later all,

pat

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Tuesday, April 22, 2008
New York Times Bestseller: It's offical.


For those of you who haven't heard the news yet.....





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That's me at the bottom. I've come all the way up to #11 since last week.


Something I never knew before: Apparently, "An asterisk (*) indicates that a book's sales are barely distinguishable from the book above."

Makes me wish I'd bought a few more copies off Amazon to give away to friends....

Little story: After I got the news that I was now officially a New York Times Bestselling Author, I wandered out of my office and into the hallway, where my girlfriend was looking at her butt in the mirror. You can't really blame her for this, it's a nice butt.

"I made it to # 11 on the Times list," I said.

She made an excited squee-like noise and did something that was kind of like a little excited dance, and kind of like jumping around. It was the perfect response, and I'm glad that she did it. Somebody really has to. If I did it, I'd look demented and feel weird about myself. But when she does it it looks cute and earnest.

"You're so cool!" she said. "Do you want to celebrate?"

I thought about it. "We could get some Chinese food and watch Doctor Who...." I said after a little bit.

And that's exactly what we did.

It was only later that I realized when she said "celebrate" she was probably thinking something more... grandiose. It does make sense, I suppose. Making it onto the Times list is a pretty big deal. It's sort of an occasion. The type of thing that most people would associate with popping champagne and passing around cigars. Or renting a limo and going out to some manner of fancy dress-up restaurant.

Me? Chinese delivery and Doctor Who.

That's just how I roll.


Later all,

pat

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