Writing is a solitary pursuit. I remember telling my professor-uncle I wanted to be a writer. His response was that I should prepare for a painful, lonely existence. I was in college and had taken a few writing classes. Still high on workshop praise and being ever the pragmatist, I decided writing was the "career"… Continue reading Writing is a Solitary Pursuit. Being Read, a Sociable One.
Radio Silence. I'm learning to live there. In January (yes, January) I had several agents request full manuscripts, two of whom were veterans; one was building his list. I heard back from the list-building agent quickly. He didn't like that a dog died in my story. I've since read other agent bios where they specify:… Continue reading The Road to Traditional Publishing: A Walk, No. A Serpentine Crawl, on the Pan-American Highway