It's been ten weeks since my novel Filthy Still was released and nine since it went bestseller and I am no closer to figuring out how I managed it than I was eight weeks ago.
My fellow writers often ask my advice on various aspects of writing and publishing, not because I've enjoyed great success (though I have enjoyed moderate success), but because I've tried just about everything.
I am astonished at the staying power of The War of the Roses, which takes a rather dark view on the end of a marriage, and what the process itself does to people. People I meet are convinced that the story is autobiographical.
Remember that an agent who wants to represent you is courting you. Allow yourself to be courted; don't throw yourself at the first prospect that comes along and agree to make changes you don't really want to make. Be flexible; don't be a doormat.
So, yes, my sister and I wrote a book at 17. But I also learned a lesson that will influence every single thing that I will write in the future, and I am sure that it's for the better.
Kay, my acid-toned and perpetually vexed marketing guru, claimed this week that her daughter Lily was better at book marketing than I am. Which was a bold claim, considering Lily is two weeks old.
Don't text everyone you know that the reviewer is an absolute moron who deserves nothing but bad sex and botulism. Why? Most people won't know about the review until you tell them.
The Book Doctors met Lee Wilson at a Pitchapalooza (think American Idol for books) at a fantastic bookstore called pages: a book store, in Manhattan Beach, California. She was so warm, funny, passionate and professional. And she had excellent posture! Turns out that was no accident.
I know I should've been ecstatic, but when I finished writing my first novel -- I was bereft. I couldn't stop thinking about Caroline, Andy, Lilly, all my characters. We'd been together for so long. It's not a secret that I spent more time with them than my real family. I never prepared myself for life without them.
My maternal grandmother always wanted to be a writer. But how, in the era before microwaveable nuggets and iPads, was a mother of four to eke out time to write? She had a quirky wit and a penchant for the outrageous; she would have made an excellent mom-blogger.
The problem is we've reached 'Like' saturation. Every time we access social media we're asked to comment, follow, respond, reply, and share. To like is to associate, to comment is to involve ourselves, to share is to take ownership.
I've spent the past five or six years not only educating authors about how to build an author platform, but about how to position themselves in such a way that the platform they already have truly shines.
As a gay mother I've had to be discerning because many children's books include a mother and father, and have often thought about writing some of my own to reflect his upbringing.
Tom Lombardo spent his late teens and early 20s playing football as a running back at a state champion Western Pennsylvania high school, and then at Carnegie-Mellon University in Pittsburgh.
It's not that I don't like talking to people; I was once a stand up comic, so I'm not exactly shy and retiring. It's just that it's so bloody soulless. Frankly I would rather gargle leftover lipo fat than network.
There is statistical evidence showing that adult women read more novels than men, attend more book clubs than men, use libraries more than men, buy more books than men, take more creative writing courses than men, and probably write more works of fiction than men. If women suddenly stopped reading, the novel would nearly disappear.
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