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Quick Fire Interviews. Where I ask 10 writers 10 questions…
…and ask them to answer each in 10 words, or less.
Well, writers, being writers…. SOME of them told me straight out, “Not going to happen.” One did the assignment twice— once wrong, once right. Such an overachiver!
Others, did what most writers do, ignored the damn directions and forged ahead. I love that.
Here are the first 10 writers brave enough to say YES, without even seeing the questions. Oh, so, so brave. Seriously.
Pour yourself a cold drink, or a hot mug of java and read on:
THE QUICK FIRE: May 2012
10 questions for 10 writers… …
Want to be published, and succeed? Here are just a few things you may need to know how to do.
- write a kick ass book
- land a fantastic, eager, well-connected literary agent
- do all you can to help sell your book through self-promotion
- spend money, lots of money
- get a web presence with blog, facebook, twitter, linkedin, good reads
- hire a publicist
- understand online marketing and advertising
- jump on the e-book bandwagon
- sell… but don’t sell out
- write another book
- and another
Great insight on what publishing is like today from a pro… check it out.…
Women in Literature… Where you be at?
Think you have a unique story?
I’m tired of the remakes in Hollywood.
I’ve said it before. We need more originality.
Cookie cutter sitcoms? Plot based movies, where you can tabulate by time WHAT ‘s going to happen WHEN?
ugh.
Honestly, I’ve found that all stories tell either the tale of a man goes for a walk or a stranger comes to town.
And when you think about it, this is really the same story.
Or I might be borrowing that from someone.…
George Carlin gives THIS word at least 5 meanings.
I talked about it here. The lovely Miss FamousPants talked about it here (to a greater audience).
somone wrote a poem about it – on the internet .
Fecal offender of sidewalk you claim-
pray what manner of beast from who’s body you came
Were it poodle,or spaniel, terrier, or mutt
that expelled you indifferently from it’s canine butt?
And where was the master with negligent scoop
whilst you made your deposit at the foot of my stoop?
But George talks about it best here.
and now that I have exceeded the annual blogger allowance for crap talking …



