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What a kick! My first blog for Riding With the Top Down. Another first was a recent signing for my debut novel, A Little Death In Dixie. The universe has turned a full rotation since I started that book, but the people I’ve met and the lessons I’ve learned made it all worthwhile.
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Last week in bumper-to-bumper traffic I pulled in behind a cherry red Mercedes convertible. A sticker on the back read: Well-behaved Women Rarely Make History.
We all know that, right? We’re assertive women, right? I changed lanes and waved to the woman driver whom I noticed was wearing Jackie O. shades. Her bumper sticker reminded me of another bit of wisdom from Story, Robert McKee’s brilliant book on screenwriting that I’d taken instantly to heart after months of struggling to write my Southern suspense. He said: Good girls don’t write good fiction.
What a choice! Be a good girl or write good crime fiction.
Are you kidding me? I’d rather make history and write a good book, but old ways die hard, especially when the cultural hook is set so deep it’s hard to wriggle away. Especially when you grow up in the South, in church, and you’re a Daddy’s Girl and a natural born pleaser. It’s enough to keep a Southern lady like me in line.
Shut yo’ mouth!
But I didn’t want to shut my mouth. I wanted to write a good book. That meant I had to tell the truth. In my world, a nice girl rarely admits to painful truths, much less writes down the kinds of truths that make her chest burn. Writing about perversion, guilt, shame . . . family secrets, even when they aren’t my secrets (not exactly my secrets) made me squirm.
A Little Death In Dixie Whose death was it? Just a character’s death or the death of my good girl front? Both. And let me tell you…nothing is as hard as ripping away your own cover. Damn, that smarts.
So there’s the trap. After years of avoidance, I had to feel these awful, un-lady-like emotions and look nasty realities in the face because I wanted a toehold in the writing world.
Did I pull it off? I hope so. We’ll see how readers respond.
In the meantime, while I don’t actually own a red convertible, I drive one on occasion.Add a Comment
(Maureen is too polite to mention it, but she is our debut middle-grade novel. Congrats to Maureen! This is a charming and funny book. Now, everyone make a note to run out and buy it at Amazon and BN in the next week or so. Or toddle over to www.BellBridgeBooks.com right now!)
Father’s Day is only a few days away, and, for me, as each year passes, it becomes harder to find a way to honor my dad. He’s retired. He has everything he needs—including vine-ripened beefsteak tomatoes. When it comes to gifts, my siblings and I have given it all from striped ties to meat-of-the-month club, from his favorite homemade pineapple upside down cake to redeemable coupons for shoe polishing and car washing. Then it hit me. He’d appreciate recognition of how he’s influenced my life. So here are a few invaluable lessons I learned from my dad.
Holidays honoring parents should last longer than a day. Years ago, my father declared that venerating the father was an event of such magnitude it should encompass the entire weekend. Honoring the father started Friday the moment he walked in the door from work and didn’t end until midnight on Sunday. During that third weekend in June, we’d make his favorite meals and allow him to watch whatever he wanted on TV without complaint—even if he “rested his eyes” while watching it. As a mom, I’m totally on board with expanding any holiday honoring parents.
Go light on the vermouth. When making a martini of the traditional sort, Dad liked it on the rocks, double shot of gin, splash of vermouth, two stuffed olives, stirred—not shaken. I won’t tell you what age I was when I learned how to properly mix my dad’s cocktail of choice. I will tell you he still has one most days served at five o’clock on the dot.
Duck tape and epoxy can fix just about anything. Be it broken dolls, chairs, tools, or leather purses. Whatever he was fixing for you might not look attractive, but it was functional.
Resting your eyes is not sleeping. These activities migh t look the same and sound the same, due to snoring. However, while resting your eyes, you wake up when someone turns off the football game you don’t appear to be watching.
Show no mercy to Japanese Beetles. When I was growing up, before we m oved to Louisiana, my dad had grapevines in the backyard. He fermented their juice into wine—and into some tasty balsamic vinegar one year. Nope, not on purpose. One of our summer chores required making our way through the grape vines encouraging the beetles eating the leaves to take a swim in a large mason jar filled with soapy water to kill them, thus ensuring the integrity of his wine. I guess my dad was into organic gardening before it became popular.
Although Maureen Hardegree no longer euthanizes Japanese beetles for her father, the heroine in her debut novel Add a Comment
This is a little something I’ve gleaned from BLINK by Malcolm Gladwell. Science has provided some intriguing and startling evidence that there is power in decisions made in the blink of an eye. Instinct, intuition, “precognition” are looking more and more like the end result of a gazillion minute pieces of data that your brain processes behind a closed door. (No “if, ands or buts” allowed in the room.) These feelings, hutches and urges are gifts delivered to you in the blink of an eye because your brain has seen a pattern, combined seemingly irrelevant data into a significant whole, or kicked into survival mode. We should pay attention to those gifts.
Writing is creative. Developing those instincts can lead you to wonderfully authentic, confident and organic work. Don’t throttle your instinctive creativity by being afraid to stray from the carefully mapped out route.
Beware of blinking. You can’t rely solely on divine inspiration. Gathering knowledge, experiencing life, honing craft, developing structure and paying attention to character arc are only some of the things you really do need to do. Why? So that the “war room” in your brain can make those subtle connections or see a pattern and nudge you. You get inspiration from perspiration.
Also, not every “blinked instinct” is a truth. Personal bias can sneak in. If you’ve carefully constructed a novel requiring a werewolf and in the middle of a tough scene you suddenly just KNOW the problem will be solved if you switch to a Vampire…be careful you aren’t acting on the fact that three people online mentioned that Vampires are hot and you need one to sell a book. You may be priming the pump instead of having that true moment of gestalt.
Words on paper. Lots of them. Especially “The End.”
You’ve got to make connections. You need support. You need guidance. You need to support and give guidance. You need to hand that manuscript off to a publisher.
Blink. Think. Ink. Link.
(Help us welcome Kathryn Magendie, who “was born a West-by-god Virginia Hillbilly (and proud of it), moved here, there, and yonder, before landing Western North Carolina, where she spins tales, drinks Deep Creek Blend coffee, an occasional vodka tonic with lime, and contemplates the glow of Old Moon.” Seriously, that’s her public bio. )
Didn’t I tell you not to come round here no more? Didn’t I tell you I couldn’t resist your charms? And do you listen? No. You flaunt yourself in front of me—all luscious and tasty, decadent and . . . and . . . You Yankee You! Why would this West Virginia born Hillbilly fall for a rascal from New York? Smooth . . . oh you are smoooooth.
Yes, yes, I know; I’ve called upon your charms in the darkest hours of my sad and lonely *heavy sigh* writing life. You were there while I wrote Tender Graces; you were there when I released that baby to the world—I thought I could just walk aw ay, but there you were again those long lonely minutes and hours and days and weeks and months while I wrote Secret Graces. My friend, you were, through those two books and beyond. Not asking anything of me but for the enjoyment of you. My muse, you were. My sweet writing muse.
When Secret Graces flew out of my hands and out to ever ever land, there came the fateful day I stretched my bones, sighed with a job done, and changed out of my writing pants, those loose and dreamy pants that have no defined waist. But wait. What is this?, I screamed. Unnggghhh. Unggghh. Why is not my zipper zippering? My button buttoning? You . . . you . . . you betrayer of waistlines! I thought I could consume you without consequence! Through two books you were my best buddy, and this is what becomes of that great friendship? Oh heaviest of sighs!
You won. Is that what you want to hear? With your silky voice calling. With your soft yet firm outer crust molded against the springform pan. The cream cheese! The vanilla! The touch of lemon zest! The thousands of tiny granules of sugar! The eggs—both golden yolk and slippery whites. And, you devil you; you even added a thin fine layer of sweetened sour cream on top, and then . . . oh then . . . you scamp; you held atop fresh plump strawberries oozing sweet red love.
And I, unsuspecting, tappity tapping away upon the computer. Creating my fiction worlds where my characters can eat whatever they want and run around gleefully, yippee yi yo kai yayyy . . .and all the while my own butt is slammed against a chair, spreading ever onward! Because of you, Cheesecake.
Time after time—Tender Graces draft, Tender Graces rewrites, Tender Graces Galley, Tender Graces released, lather rinse, repeat with Secret Graces—I dipped my knife in hot water, and then sliced into you. You offered no resistance. One side, then another side, then I lifted a piece of you onto my plate. Then, with my fork, I cupped you onto the tines. And the first perfect bite as the creaminess spread across my tongue.
And now, now I cannot sit at my computer to craft the nexAdd a Comment
“Jean Brashear’s wholly original, funny and poignant novel has a heart as big as Texas. Told in a warm and intimate voice, it’s like a road trip with your best friend. Don’t miss it!”~#1 New York Times bestselling author Susan Wiggs
Sometimes life gives us gifts of pure grace; one such for me has been meeting Pea O'Brien, the protagonist of THE GODDESS OF FRIED OKRA. She began as an exercise in sheer fun—sitting on my deck in a wicker rocker, taking a few weeks off from my contracted writing to see if, after several years as a working writer, I still remembered how to play, how to write for the simple pleasure of it, a joy too easily lost under the pressure of deadlines and expectations.
I knew nothing about Pea, even her name at first—only that a psychic had sent this woman on the road to search for the reincarnated soul of the sister she desperately missed. It all seemed like a lark those first few days, drinking this killer Mexican iced coffee recipe I got from Barbara Samuel (so much of said coffee wound up practically eating a hole in my stomach, but it's not Barbara's fault I brewed it so dang strong.) I'd sit and sip and type on my Alphasmart while listening to birdsong under my live oaks...and see where Pea would take me next.
When it was time to get back to my deadlines, Pea was never far from me, and over the next few years I returned to her often, letting the flight of fancy take me away whenever I could scrape up a day here or there.
Sometimes flights of fancy lead to real life experiences...and vice versa. My husband and I love taking back roads whenever possible (he has a whole collection of photos of oddball sights) and on one of our rambles, I spotted a sign for the Conan the Barbarian Festival in Cross Plains, Texas. Who knew?!? We were too late for that year's festival, but we detoured to Cross Plains, anyway, and indulged in such landmarks as the mural on the side of the library (wanna see the picture of me and Conan?) and Robert E. Howard's homeplace.
The year following, I'd forgotten all about the festival until I ran across a notice that it would be occurring in three days' time. Ring, ring: "Lover man, I know you're trying to make a living, but this is important—how would you like to go to Cross Plains this weekend?" Long silence. Then laughter. "I'm sure that's exactly what I was thinking, I just didn't know it." Never let it be said that this man doesn't love me. (Also, don't ask him where else on God's green earth I've dragged him in the name of research, OK?)
Three days later, we were in Cross Plains, watching the parade. (I cannot tell you how disappointed I was not to find cowboys in furry leggings with breastplates and helmets, brandishing broadswords—and okay, it's my dirty little secret that there is no sword-fighting competition at the festival as there is in my book.)
But there should be.
Speaking of Conan's daddy REH...I cannot positively recall how HowarAdd a Comment
According to Parker Blue, she likes to pretend she’s a hip young chick—and even had a friend draw her that way—but in actually, she’s just a wee bit older than that. And as for being hip, well, maybe not, but she definitely has hips. She’s the author of the young adult urban fantasy Demon Underground series, and here’s more of what she has to say about herself:
Menopause sucks. They tell you about the hot flashes, night sweats, and mood swings, but they never tell you about the truly horrible part of menopause: noun loss. Ever since I started through "the change," I've been losing my nouns. I'll be talking away, using verbs, articles, adjectives and adverbs with ease, then I'll come upon a noun and be totally stumped. Especially proper nouns. Names?
Ha! Forget it. And what's that small black thing in my front yard the postman stuffs with bills and magazines? Not a clue. I know exactly what it is, but can't for the life of me figure out what it's called.
When I told my doctor about the problem, she laughed. She said a lot of women go through menopause and realize they're having a problem with their memory, but only a writer would identify the part of speech we lose. She promises me it's not dementia, not a sign of incipient Alzheimer's. No, it's simply menopause. My friends laughed, too, until it began happening to them, too. Who knew hormones could mess up your brain so much?
Wait. Hormones screwing with my brain? Oh, yeah. I've been there before...I forgot about puberty. Well, I didn't actually forget. I remember it very clearly (no nouns involved, you see). So that’s why I, a menopausal writer, can still write for young adults.
Besides, Deb Dixon made me do it. I originally wrote the first book of my Demon Underground series, Bite Me, as a paranormal romance, but she convinced me it would work better as an urban fantasy that would span the gap between teen novels and those written for adults. So, I rewrote it and she was right—it did work better.
Now, in the second book, Try Me, part-demon teen vampire fighter Valentine Shapiro and her faithful terrier hellhound, Fang, are once again patrolling the dark streets of San Antonio, Texas. Val's hunky human partner, Detective Dan Sullivan, is giving her the cold shoulder since she beheaded his vampire fiancée. Vamp leader Alejandro is struggling to keep the peace between vamps, demons and humans. The mucho powerful Encyclopedia Magicka has been stolen, someone in the Demon Underground is poisoning vamps, and Val's inner lust demon, Lola, is getting very restless since Val's now partnered with sexy Shade, the shadow demon with the blond good looks of an angel.
Well, whaddaya know, I managed to get through that without the loss of a single noun. Well, so far as you know. Luckily, my noun loss problem isn't visible to readers. If I have a problem remembering one, I can always come back later to fill it in and no one is the wiser. But make me feel better, will ya? Tell me it happens to you, too. If it doesn't, I'm not sure I want to know.
While I'm waiting for your comments, I'll take a break and see if I have anything to drink in the...uh, oh crap, you know—that big silver thing in the kitchen that keeps food cold....Add a Comment
(By day Anthony Francis studies human and other minds to design intelligent machines and emotional robots; by night he writes fiction and draws comic books at the collision point of hard science and pure fantasy. He was inspired to study artificial intelligence by Douglas Hofstadter, to become a writer by Isaac Asimov, and to write urban fantasy by Laurell K. Hamilton and Richard P. Feynman. He got his Ph.D in AI and his brown belt in Taido from Georgia Tech; he currently supports his out-of-control reading and writing habits by working at the Search Engine That Starts With a G. Anthony lives in San Jose with his wife and cats but his heart will always belong in Atlanta.)
I'm Anthony Francis, the author of Frost Moon, an urban fantasy published by Bell Bridge Books. When I started writing Frost Moon, I decided to create something I would want to read - an adventure that was magical and sexy and fun, but with a little edge of realism that made the magic more believable. A novel with a heroine who herself was magical and sexy and fun, but who didn't begin her adventures already endowed with the power to dispel the forces of the darkness with her quick wit and kung-fu grip. Someone who had every reason to go diving into the world of magic - but who dives in out of her depth and has to learn to swim. So was born Dakota Frost, and the alternate Atlanta of the Skindancer series.
So what is Frost Moon about? Someone is skinning the tattooed every full moon - and Dakota Frost, Atlanta's best magical tattooist, has just met a werewolf who is either the killer ... or possibly the killer's next victim. Tall, edgy, and beautifully tattooed herself, Dakota Frost can bring her marks to life through the magical art called skindancing, a skill which makes her the object of many people's desires. The killer wants her ink; the werewolf wants to be inked. A man-in-black wants to protect her; a young orphan wants to be protected by her. A skeptic wants to challenge her skill; she wants to meet that challenge. And it's all going down in Atlanta just before the full moon.
I had fun writing it, and I hope you have fun reading it. But I hope you get more out of it than that. The surface of Frost Moon is a just-ever-so-slightly over-the-top action adventure universe, but beneath that surface are two firm principles. The first principle is that if magic was real, then magic would be real, woven in deep with Nature's laws. In the Skindancer universe, magic was hidden in secret for centuries by wizards pretending to be scientists; but the counterculture movement of the 1960's it began to break free, creating Dakota's world where vampires work with the police to maintain law and order and magical tattooists get licensed at City Hall.
The second principle is that if I didn't make it up, it should be as accurate as possible. Almost all the places in Frost Moon are real parts of Atlanta - not just the bookstores and restaurants and nightclubs but also the more obscure touches, from the statue of Lord Buckhead in Storyteller Square down to the keypad leading to the APD offices on the upper floors of City Hall East (I had a friend go check). And if some nefarious person were to, say, inject a shifter with silver nitrate to thwart their change, I can guarantee you that the hypodermic filled of silver nitrate will look like it's actually fillAdd a Comment
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Kalayna Price's debut novel, ONCE BITTEN, earned rave reviews and reached #1 on Amazon.com's "Fantasy Bestseller List." TWICE DEAD returns readers to a dark, seductive world where magic rules and ancient loyalties collide with modern challenges.
You are not going to believe what this writer does to stay in shape! There are moving pictures. Just you wait.
BIC—good for the book, bad for the waist
As any author will likely tell you, novels are written one word at a time. To go from just one word to one hundred thousand words, a serious application of BIC (Butt In Chair) is needed. While BIC gets a novel written, it does lead writers (or at least me) to be rather sedentary. Compound this with a tendency to eat (not so healthy) meals while perched in front of my computer (what, no, —of course— that isn't ketchup on my keyboard) and not only is the novel expanding, but so is the waistline.
Now, I can't speak for anyone else, but the prospect of leaving the computer to go exercise isn't appealing. There is always a looming deadline I need to stay ahead of, emails to answer, blogs to write, or something—anything—that will keep me in front of the keyboard. Okay, I admit it. I just don't like exercising. I own the obligatory exercise machine (don't we all have one we were—sure—we would use, but now resides in some dark corner of the house? Mine's a glider.) but it has such a thick layer of dust on it, I'm sure going near it would cause an asthma attack. I even bought a gym membership once—my checkbook was the only one to get a workout.
But, whether I like exercise or not, it is important. I know that. Not only does exercise keep the waistline in check, movement gets blood flowing to important places, like the brain—which is a good thing when writing a book.
So what is an exercise-hating writer to do? Well, last year I lucked out and discovered a form of "exercise" I actually enjoy: Hoop Dance.
My introduction to hoop dance started around this time last year, and I admit, I wasn't sold on the idea at first. It's rather underground, and (at that time) there were no local hoopers in my area. But my brother saw a hooper at Dragon*Con 2008 and he became obsessed. He made hoops for family and several of our friends and coerced everyone he could into giving it a try. I was reluctant to say the least, but meeting up to hoop was a nice social break, if nothing else, and I quickly learned it was a great work out too. Then we began learning tricks, and I started to really have fun. Oh yeah, and when I mentioned it was a good workout? I recently found out hooping burns approximately 150 calories per 10 minutes of activity (compare that to 180 p/10 mins of running) so yes, good work out indeed.
Fun, social, and good for me? I finally found an exercise I can get into. Now I just have to make sure it doesn't interrupt my writing!
Kalayna Price is the urban fantasy author of tAdd a Comment
Recently I attended a conference as a speaker and even though I had a full schedule, I managed to find some time to sneak into a talk given by a friend of mine who has had a long career at the corporate level of a national book chain and for a chunk of years now as editor for major publishers.
Obviously, what she had to say wasn’t new to me, but it’s always interesting to listen to other editors explain their process and offer a few “home truths” as we say in the South. I was particularly taken with the reaction to one of her statements.
She said (paraphrased for this blog), “I read until I don’t want to read anymore. That could be two pages. It’s not my job to read your work. It’s your job to make me want to read your work whether that’s a query or I’ve requested the manuscript.”
Many in her audience looked like they’d been hit upside the head with a 2x4 at the idea of an editor not bothering to finish their work. More than a few of those writers were probably thinking, ‘But you didn’t get to the good part! I though you were supposed to READ my work. Isn’t that your job? Finding new authors?’ Yep. I’d be willing to bet money that writers all over the room were thinking a version of that. There are always a lot of new-to-the-game unpublished writers. Or writers who don’t have networking in place and don’t really understand the business.
The reality of the business is that for an established editor, the job at hand is all about editing books under contract, developing those authors, managing those books, keeping an eye on the backlist, etc. (And you want that from a publishing company who buys your book. You want that attention.)
I completely understood my friend’s point. She even referred to reading uncontracted authors and queries as “Volunteer Work.” I think there was an audible gasp from the audience at that point.
Volunteer Work is normally done “after hours.” That’s why it takes so long to hear back from publishers. Even though we want to find wonderful new writers, there is limited time to do that.
At Bell Bridge Books, these days a query response is running 4-6 weeks. Full manuscript evaluations take months.
We aren’t “bunny quick,” but we will eventually respond.Add a Comment
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We normally publish the print edition first and ebooks follow along a few weeks later, but to thank the fans who’ve been patiently waiting for TWICE DEAD since our holiday Kindle promotion, we’ve managed to get the Kindle edition online early!
In the next week or so, the print edition will be showing up online and be available for local bookstore ordering. Of course the print book is already available from the publisher www.BellBridgeBooks.com.
Fictionwise will have a wide selection of ebook formats available very soon.
But for now…Kindle readers, please go make Amazon glad they worked quickly to get this up for you.Add a Comment
“Even working in microcosm, Janice Daugharty is an author who thinks big.” -- The New York Times Book Review
Since 1994 Janice Staten Daugharty has published a volume of short fiction, six novels, and numerous short stories and essays. She has built a national reputation as a chronicler of life and people in the South.
We asked Janice to share some of THE LITTLE KNOWN’S publishing history…
Any writer with good sense would have long ago abandoned a project with a history like my latest novel, The Little Known.
It has been through more agents than I care to count, as well as a number of titles. I've taken it apart and put it back together again several times, only to fix it like it was in the first place.
This story has made me laugh and cry and wring my hands in frustration. It has evolved with me, gaining wisdom as I gained wisdom and changing as I changed interests and insight into the world around me.
The manuscript was first tapped out on an old manual typewriter when I was so broke I had to re-ink the spool ribbons. After I moved up to a computer, The Little Known came down with a virus that almost did it in. Later, after nursing the manuscript back to health, it got drenched in a flood in agent Marly Rusoff's office, and I almost let it die. We had worked full days together on the manuscript, doing summaries and re-thinking titles. She was away in Europe, as I recall, when her office flooded. Her plan when she returned was to start sending it out to editors. Well, after a year, she still hadn't recovered sufficiently to handle all her authors, so she had to let me and some others go.
Poor Marly! At least she still had Pat Conroy.
I emailed her last evening to tell her that almost five years later The Little Known is finally being published. I halfway expected her to have forgotten both me and the book. But no, she immediately responded and was thrilled. I guess a book that has been that much trouble would quicken anybody's memory.Add a Comment
My father-in-law sent me an email with any number of “brain teasers” and “tests” of how the brain works. I found the following bit interesting because I had absolutely no trouble reading the test as quickly as I do any other writing. Obviously, a spell checker is a great help to writers. Even with checkers readily available, errors remain because most of us tweak (here and there—just a bit! A lot.) and then we rarely spell check or painstakingly proof the whole document again. Rushing deadlines for submissions, contests, and publication is often the culprit. The work doesn’t have time to grow cold.
If you can easily read the following, you just might have an answer to why proofing your work is difficult for you.
Can you raed this? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.
I cdnuolt blveiee that I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd what I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in what oerdr the ltteres in a word are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is that the frsit and last ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can still raed it whotuit a pboerlm. This is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the word as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!Add a Comment
Just an update on our submissions queue. We know writers worry about their work.
Since we last touched on the subject of submissions in this blog, we made an heroic effort. With the exception of a few full manuscripts, we have now answered all those folks.
If you queried us before 12/12/09, you should have either received a request for a full manuscript or a note from us letting you know we wouldn’t be asking for a full manuscript to review.
As we’ve said before, our attention must first go to our contracted books.
We want your submissions. That’s the only way we can find wonderful new writers.
Still, evaluation takes time. That’s a good thing. Really.Add a Comment
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From now until Monday at midnight, all you have to do is put CYBER in front of your name on the order form at either (or both) websites. The deduction will be reflected in your final credit card charge. ( You won’t see it on the form, but don’t worry.)
We list many of our books on both websites, but a handy guide is that Bellebooks is generally known for books you can hand to almost any family member and not worry about their sensibilities. You’ll find books that are distinctly Southern and a variety of genres.
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(The punch line is in turquoise.)
Rejection is a part of publishing. It sucks. But the bottom-line is that publishing is a business and not an “everybody plays” soccer league. Books that aren’t right for our house might be right for a different publisher. Authors that haven’t quite reached their peak and found their voice can go on to become fabulous writers with the next book or with a revision of the current book.
Do not despair if we don’t request the full manuscript or if we don’t make an offer.
We don’t have the copious amounts of time needed to give writers much feedback unless we’re seriously considering the book or want to see something else from the writer, but if we make the time and give you a little something to think about, a little something to help you shape future queries, or a gentle truth, then don’t respond like the writer below. I present his reaction to being rejected verbatim--errors, warts and in all its glory. I received the query in my morning’s email.
BTW, the writer opened the door on “formulaic” by assuring us in the query that the book was far grander and better than the formulaic genre crap being published. Okay, the query didn’t use the word “crap,” but it was implied. And won’t the writer be embarrassed to realize that my particular office is not in Georgia?
(If you aren’t howling hysterically with laughter and/or horrified by the following, please don’t query us. It won’t end well for any of us if you do.)
Thank you for responding to my query.
I just wanted to offer a great book to your company that has never published anything on this level... your attempt to criticize and discourage me has fallen short because its apparent you don't understand what a formulaic novel is, its the way the story it is presented and resolved not just the idea. My writing is very unique and I strongly suspect your lying when you say you see this type of story all the time. This comes as no surprise because most people from the south are misinformed and habitual liars. Georgia is one of the worst states in the country for a large populace of misinformed people who are comfortable telling lies and usually the most wicked hypocrites. In the future try to stick to the truth, writers put in so many hours trying to finish a book and to have false criticism hurled at them is disturbing to me....good dayAdd a Comment
Nope. Not a typo. FOUR of the Top Ten Kindle slots are BelleBooks and Bell Bridge titles.
#2 Crossroads Cafe Deborah Smith
#3 Murder Takes the Cake Gayle Trent
#6 Mossy Creek Smith, Dixon, Ellis, Ball, Knight, Chastain
#9 Once Bitten Kalayna Price
#25 All God’s Creatures Carolyn McSparren
There has been much made over the last few days of the dominance of free books on Amazon’s Kindle Bestseller List. Some point to it as an indication that readers are demanding cheaper ebooks.
No. They’re just loading their brand new Kindles and who doesn’t like a good free classic like 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea?
But for the commercial publishers (like BelleBooks, Tyndale, Scholastic, and James Patterson’s publisher), who have free books hitting and STAYING in the Top 10 (and more big publishers with books in the Top 100), this is just promotion. We cleverly thought that people with bright shiny new Kindles received as holiday gifts would need content. So BelleBooks arranged for some of our backlist to be free for a limited time. We selected 5 books—either first in series or from an author with other titles published by us.
Boy howdy! Has this paid off. One of the books – ONCE BITTEN – is the # 1 Fantasy book on Amazon. Not Kindle…the full Amazon list. Has been for days.
CROSSROADS CAFE is the # 1 Romance book on Amazon.
MURDER TAKES THE CAKE is the #1 Mystery on Amazon.
Full list, not just Kindle.
The books are getting fabulous reviews. I don’t know about you, but I DO look at reviews when I buy a book. Especially if I don’t know the publisher or the author.
This is the equivalent of “end capping” or co-op advertising. For decades large publishers have paid for book placement in stores, in national chain newsletters, etc.
This is how a small publisher says, “Our books can hold their own. Just try one.”
And head to head, the small publishers books are beating out the other free books from large commercial publishers. We’ve always felt, that putting the books in front of readers is the best way to build a audience for the author.
We don’t know distributed units yet. But we can say that the print versions of these books have shown some sales increases as well.
Got a Kindle? You might just want to pop over to Amazon.
We think it’s nothing short of fantastic that so many of our books have risen to the top when there is so much free content on Amazon. And so much free content from large NY publishers who are doing the same thing we are…leveraging back list to promote their front list.Add a Comment
The folks at EPICon said they’d appreciate it if I let folks know I’ll be in Nawlins with them this year! You can find their schedule here http://www.epic-conference.com/schedule.html.
Other folks attending as special speakers…
Fabulous writer and President of Horror Writers of America
USA Today Bestselling Author
Author and agent
Plus more. If you attend, be sure you say hello.Add a Comment
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