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Simple Intent, by Linda Sands
A LEGAL THRILLER based on a true story.
Available Sept 1, 2010 wherever e-books are sold.
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I did it. I published a book.
The first e-book offering from little old me.
Yep. I did it. It wasn’t traditional. It wasn’t even my favorite book. I know, you shouldn’t say that. But I have become filterless in the last short while… beware the “f” bomb, people.
I blame it on the world. I am, like most writers filled with doubt about the publishing world- the book as we once knew it is probably changing forever. And along with that, is the way we acquire, market and buy both the author and the book.
So what’s a girl to do? Give up her dream?…
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Early morning writing routine
Writing in the early hours of the morning… torture or pleasure?
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That “I Write Like Thing” and my results
I inserted a few paragraphs from the novel my agent is shopping in NY, We’re Not Waving, We’re Drowning. Hello HOTSHOT MARKET SAVVY EDITORS????
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The e-book and Poetry, NOT. Beware name dropping.
I was lucky enough to slip in unnoticed two summers ago to an elite and rather expensive Summer Workshop in Southampton. Okay, so I wasn’t unnoticed. I came with vodka.
And this was the thing, I have never been one of those crazed band groupies, or even someone who thinks about celebrities more than, wow, they work hard for that money, look at all the privacy they give up. Passing a well known actress on the street, I may spend more time admiring her shoes than her wrinkle-free face, and if I ever see them dining, I
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I have been busy writing. I swear.
Some of it, I did publicly. over here.
Most of it I did privately, sharing only with my writing group and agent. Proud to say, finally figured out some nagging issue, and now at almost 81000 words, can see the end of on the new novel, 3Women Walk Into A Bar.
I have been distracted, with life and people and plans.. and with other writing. Yep. Strange. It’s feast or famine for me. My muse is a taskmaster.. which sounds kinda like Beastmaster… which might be more fitting.
But that’s the thing with words. When they come, they need…
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What to Write Next. Borrowed From Colson Whitehead.
What can I say? This is perfect without any interruptions from me.
From The New York Times
November 1, 2009
Essay
What to Write Next
By COLSON WHITEHEAD
I recently published a novel, and now it’s time to get back to work. If you’re anything like me, figuring out what to write next can be a real hassle. A flashy and experimental brain-bender, or a pointillist examination of the dissolution of a typical American family? Generation-spanning door-stopper or claustrophobic psychological sketch? Buncha novellas with a minor character in common? To make things easier, I modified my dartboard a few years…
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Taking Reading in Bed to a Whole New Level.
Smart asses read…
Let's talk books. And book covers.
For as many of my author friends who are ecstatic about the way their book covers turned out.. there must be someone in the wings feeling a bit put out.
Have you seen this story? Got to agree with the author on that one.
And then there’s this one: Yikes.
There is even a contest for the worst covers. Here’s the 2005 finalists.
Some bad book covers I found are funny because they’re out dated: like these
and some I have to say I like, you know, for the art.
I say plenty of stupid things, so why don't I have a book deal yet?
You all remember this former lingerie model?
One of a few things I'm trying to not dwell on.
Here’s the backstory if you’re new here-
or if you’re like my husband who only hears the words that come after steak, beer, bed, free or panties.
I wrote a (steak) novel- actually three, but here- to minimize dwelling potential- we’re only talking about the one my agent read, liked, edited and last week pitched to a bunch of (beer) hot NYC editors.
It’s summer, so of course I have plenty to do to keep me busy (panties) during the waiting period- which I have been told can be three days, four weeks, five months, six years or somewhere short…
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