It was my second day as a HuffPo intern... I noticed an owl flutter past the window with a letter clutched in its beak. An owl?! During day time?! In Central London?! What more, the letter was addressed to me, 'Miss Vicky Chan, Desk by the Kitchen, Capper Street, London'.
t's funny...when the term 'Freemason' is thrown around (in my experience anyway), I hear things like 'New World Order' and 'Illuminati' roaring viciously out of people's speculative mouths. I've always been both fascinated and confused as to who they actually are...
It's a request from The Sun newspaper that's come via my agent- this is what it says. Our features editor is looking for an author to write the chapter JK Rowling didn't- the magical moment when Harry and Hermione got together. We are looking for roughly 1300 words all about that special moment...
I sincerely hope that J.K. Rowling never stops writing and I am hugely excited about the publication of The Silkworm. Having immortalised her as the greatest writer to have ever lived, the press is unfortunately now looking for a wholly unfair excuse to tear her down. Without her books I know I would not be the person I am today.
When I was first starting out as a published author, and before my first book was published, a famous writer at an awards banquet offered me unsolicit...
New writers will find it much harder to get noticed if all the publishing houses go bust. For industries to continue, they need money and money comes from popularity and success - even a children's book could tell you that.
I didn't much mind Rowling when she was Pottering about. I've never read a word (or seen a minute) so I can't comment on whether the books were good, bad or indifferent. I did think it a shame that adults were reading them... But, then again, any reading is better than no reading, right? But The Casual Vacancy changed all that.
Among the things that Comcast own are, as of January 2001 when they acquired a 51% majority stake in media conglomerate NBCUniversal followed by the remaining 49% in March 2013, the Universal Parks and Resorts.
The author is the only real authority on the imaginary world that they have created and by doing a public 180 on one of the key parts of the storyline leaves the reader and future readers wondering what on earth is going on and wondering about the integrity and the solidity of the story.
This is a question I was first asked in primary school, by a small boy with an awful haircut and a smirk on his face (That first pot of hair-gel made us all feel so much older than our years, but at eight we just didn't have the carefully sculpted stubble or the desirable, industry-standard skeletal facial features required to look like the guy from the Shockwaves advert, and the family photos never let us forget it).
Now seems the perfect time to look at the relationship between owls and literature, from the sweetly befuddled Wol in Winnie the Pooh to the flesh hungry killers of Titus Groan...
Fresh from showing their graphic arts collections at London's GraphicJunction, talented Harry Potter designer team MinaLima pause to reflect on their association with the phenomenally successful films, the challenges facing today's graphic designer and collective memory.
Out of darkness appeared a relatively unknown director with a vision to make superheroes appear more realistic and believable, Christopher Nolan. He transformed Batman from the campy, cheap days of Tim Burton and the dark dark days of George Clooney, into the Dark Knight (the brilliant kind of dark, the kind that builds suspense, that has an edge).
We've got a booming film and TV industry thanks to these two incredible and inspiring female role models, yet we make it so hard for women to return to work after having a child. Surely it is time for broadcaster and filmmakers to think again?
To coin a phrase from a former Princess, there are three people in my marriage. Me, my lovely wife, and a fictional schoolboy wizard with a lightning bolt scar on his head. A Mr Harry James Potter. I even know his middle name. He is a constant presence in my home, a menacing bespectacled spectre in my day to day life.
I could have got off my train at Carlisle, walked right up to that girl and explained all of this to her (leaving out any profanity and the washing up rota) She could have given me a look before running for her life, or she could have married me a few years down the line.