A writer’s best friends are her readers and her writing community. Thus, à la Princess Leia, I’m not too proud to ask for a bit of help now and again.
Frequently, I find myself amazed by the speed with which the writing world changes. When I first ventured into publishing, eBooks were a twinkle in someone’s eye. Self-publishing meant arranging for a vanity press to print (for a fee) hard and paperback copies of your book. The standard method for seeking publication was for an author to directly submit her manuscript to a publishing house. Literary agents were a nice-to-have, rather than the (with rare exception) must-have they are today if you’re pursuing traditional publication.
In little more than a decade, all this has changed.
Now it’s almost unheard of for an author to pitch his or her own “unsolicited” manuscript directly to a publishing house. Today, common practice means landing an agent who then uses her institutional knowledge and professional credibility to act as an intermediary, approaching publishers on her author’s behalf. Continue reading “Help me, Dear Reader. You’re my Only Hope….”
This has been an exciting week, both for me and for Paulette Jiles. Jiles is the author of News of the World, which I reviewed last week. Her happy occasion is this: News has just been named one of the five finalist for the National Book Award: Fiction. Job very well done, Ms. Jiles!
And here’s my cause for celebration: I just received word from the collaboration’s editor that INSULT TO INJURY: VIOLENCE IN SPANISH, HISPANIC AMERICAN & LATINO ART & LITERATURE–an anthology in which I have a chapter entitled “Brutality, Borderlands, and Bildungsromans: Violence and Cultural Conflict in Américo Parades’ George Washington Gómez and Rudolfo Anaya’s Bless Me, Última”–will be in print at the end of December.
So, yeah: a good week all around.
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This week’s post is a celebratory one! After a journey of several years, I can, as of January 2016, officially say that my work has been published as a chapter in an anthology.
The Body, Subject & Subjected: The Representation of the Body Itself, Illness, Injury, Treatment & Death in Spain and Indigenous and Hispanic American Art & Literature
Chapter XIII: The Transcendence of the Body: Gabriel García Márquez’s Love in the Time of Cholera: Love and Death as New-World Mosaic, by Lauren M. P. Derby
Sounds like a page-turner, right? Continue reading “Publication Tales & “Pun”-chy Cocktails”
As an aspiring novelist, I have a semi-psychotic relationship with contemporary books.
Obviously I love reading. And there are plenty of books I enjoy “well enough”–unique, entertaining reads I wouldn’t mind recommending. These are books about which I can’t complain. But there’s also not much I-wish-I’d-gotten-there-first about them, either. For me, Anita Amirrezvani’s The Blood of Flowers and Cathy Marie Buchanan’s The Painted Girls fall in that category.
Then there are the books that have my husband making this face:
Why? Because for
weeks days, I’ll periodically burst into a rant about how terrible Book X was. How unappealing the characters. How poorly researched. How unbelievable the conclusion. I’ll now confess that my husband was right (I really hope he doesn’t read this): the fury I felt over the ending of Veronica Roth’s Divergent Trilogy was perhaps disproportional (though not nearly so much as that of those making death threats over it). But I’ll save my Allegient thoughts for a future post. Continue reading “Meditative Books & Movie Rights”