London, Lyon and Lingerie

After a weekend of Quaker shenanigans and an evening at the London Tap Jam, I’ve arrived in France.  My suitcase, unfortunately, has not. The good thing about losing your luggage somewhere between London and Lyon is that it gives you a great excuse to go shopping.  The bad thing is that Lyon, being a French…

From the Cafe Nero in Cambridge

Cambridge, on a sunny summer’s day, is enough to make me forget about every American institution I’ve ever considered.  It doesn’t help that today is commencement at “the other school.”  I am tempted, by virtue of the fact that it is not raining, to transfer my allegiance immediately but having spent one of my 24 years…

Sayonara Scrapbooking!

At 5:00pm EST, I, Kat Richter, quit my day job.  “It’s been a pleasure,” Head Boss said as I handed over my keys to the change drawer.  That was, presumably, my cue to say, “Likewise,” but of the many phrases I would use to describe the past six months, “a pleasure” is not one of…

How to Not Screw Up in Life…

Here are the things you should not do when querying a literary agent.  You should not say your manuscript is finished if it is not.  You should not lie about the length of your manuscript (for example, if it is 75,000 words but you’ve recently discovered that proper books should be at least 85,000, you…

A Holy Headache

Forgive me.  With my upcoming trip to London, the completion of my first manuscript and the fact that I am QUITTING my day job in just 48 hours, I’ve been too happy to muster up the requisite wrath to complain about The Shop.  But I would like to go out with a bang, and so,…

An Ode to Office Supplies

God, I love Staples.  In preparation for the Writers Conference, I went to Staples every day last week (on Saturday, it was a package of “fiesta” colored binder clips—an absolute essential in the publishing industry; Sunday: a new flash drive, except that Staples was closed by the time my old USB stick decided to commit…

Stupid Sally Wins a Prize

I never thought the day would come when I found myself actually grateful to Stupid Sally.  For those of you just tuning in, Stupid Sally is somewhat of a regular customer at The Shop.  Her favorite hobby (in addition to scrapbooking, of course) is pummeling hapless sales associates with annoying questions just as they’re about…