Tag Archive | genre
Does literary have to mean dull and boring?
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Looking for likely publishers for my pile of finished mss I came across one that looked promising, asking for ‘adult literary fiction’. As per the submissions guidelines, that precluded only children’s, YA, and poetry. That’s okay, I thought. I have adult work to submit, I write pretty decent sentences,…
Wouldn’t it be lovely if there was no such thing as books for boys…or princesses…or pink
Originally posted on BRIDGET WHELAN writer:
I recently wrote about a Barbie book that should never have seen the light of day and now I’ve heard about a young girl in California who has managed to convince a publisher that it isn’t only boys who are interested in insects.Seven years old Parker Dains from California,…
Ravenswood Publishing’s Kitty Honeycutt Q&A @RAVENSWOODPUB
Originally posted on Lit World Interviews:
Today I have one of those people as a guest. The mythical thing all authors call . . . Publisher. Do you need an agent? In today’s Lit World and even in the Lit World for years you haven’t HAD to have an agent. Today’s publisher though has nearly…
Read Tuesday Poem #Blackfriday #Books #CyberMonday #Kindle #Nook #Kobo
Originally posted on Legends of Windemere:
After the vicious crowds of Black Friday And the mouse shattering of Cyber Monday You may feel like something is a miss An area left without a sale Forgotten among the games and clothes What about the books? From free to Kindle Countdowns Every reader has a choice Spanning…
Are You An Ethical Author..?
Mandy Eve-Barnett's Blog for Readers & Writers I came across a blog post referring to an ethical author code. This, I believe, is an excellent way to show your readers, potential publishers and fellow writers that you consider these principals to be correct and worthy of upholding. Displaying the logo will enable everyone reading your […]
Rose & Ghun Episode One: You want me to do what?
Originally posted on ronovanwrites:
“Ow,” I mumbled. “Does that hurt, pretty baby?” I stared up out of one eye at the woman above me. Perfect lipstick and hair, nails still shimmering in the light of night, and brandishing a tire iron she had just used on my ribs. “Only a little, Cornelia,” I managed. “I…