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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.
Category Archives: NY
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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3 Death Cards in my Tarot Today=Obituary Post
Another person I wished I’d had the pleasure of meeting.
From the NYT 3-20-09 By WILLIAM GRIMES (read complete here)
“We are not after all intended to be consumed.”
So begins Lionel Ziprin’s “Sentential Metaphrastic,” a “poem in progress” of more than a thousand pages. “I reduced it to 785 pages,” Mr. Ziprin told The Jewish Quarterly in 2006. “I call it the longest and most boring poem since Milton’s ‘Paradise Lost.’ ”
Mr. Ziprin, a brilliant, baffling, beguiling voice of the Lower East Side and the East Village in all its…
Our Family Annual Report 2008/ The Cheap Christmas Card
OUR YEAR OF 2008 AS COMPARED TO THE XXIX OLYMPIAD
This year was a series of trials, sort of like the Olympics, but with less Chinese food and more Southern accents.
We had our technical challenges, beginning with Linda choosing to defect from Samsung to the BlackBerry team. There was a moment when she was wooed by a competitor, but even with its snazzy looking stylus she still couldn’t cope with the Microsoftness of it. She battled the internet to create a website for her new venture, scratch and maintain her own site.
More techical hi-jinx took center…
I read all the wrong books this year.
I try to read 52 books a year. This year I took a month off and still managed to read 63, but according to the NYT, I am not the best person to ask about books.
Their recent list of the 100 most notable books of 2008, lists 48 fiction books that I never even opened. I’m not even going to the non-fiction side of the list.
It’s not that I didn’t know about these great new releases, in fact I listened to interviews with more than 7 of the authors and heard in-depth reviews of more…
And there is always more.
We walked the streets of NY, but not like that. I mean, had we done THAT I wouldn’t be broke right now.
we drank at fancy places
we ate at not so fancy places
We listened to icons tell the truth about their nude modeling careers
Later, I wondered if my manuscript was carpeting the floor of one of these offices.
But most of all, we were invigorated by the city, by the people we met, the things we opened ourselves up to experience. I am only disappointed that I didn’t…
Unpacking my head.
After a few days of jam-packing information into my skull, I was happy to veg in front of the 130 incher and see LOST. Good to have the familiar faces back. I wasn’t wowed, but I wasn’t disappointed, but I decided to stay away from web pages that promise clues and insider info. I am content to just things play out.
So, New York.
Let’s take it slow.
This is Charles Baxter.
He wrote some AMAZING books, like my fav, THE FEAST OF LOVE. I’ll open to a random page:
“The Bat was shorter than Oscar, more kind of pint-sized,…
Yortuk and Georg Festrunk are alive and well.
First look AT THIS.
then look at these two guys.
I’m sure they will be talking all about the “older women” errr, FOXES they found one wild and crazy night in New York City!
Talk about pressure.
Imagine being a professional obituary writer– and then dying on Christmas Day, leaving someone else to write your parting words.
I love reading well written, droll obituaries, like Hugh wrote. I am sick like this:
Hugh Massingberd, Laureate for the Departed, Dies
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