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…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… …
Here it is. One stop shopping for answers to the quaetions you’ve been asking yourself.
*insert hauntingly mystical soundtrack here*
Links to posts by David Gaughran, found on his blog: Let’s Get Digital.…
Last night my daughter told me that I could start my own used book store with all the books I have on my shelves.
I laughed, then wondered again, about storage for my darling hardcovers, all those signed and first editions- books that I imagine will be called “antiques” before I die.
I know publishing is a changing industry. I accept that. I bought my Kindle, and shopping for tablets, read downloaded material all the time.
I even have my own e-book at all the retail outlets.
* on sale for the next fews days at …
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? Stand …
Straight from Garrison Keillor, a man who my children hate to hear drone in the car- they claim his voice induces car sickness…
From The Writer’s Almanac: January 25th
It’s the birthday of the novelist and essayist Virginia Woolf, (books by this author) born Virginia Stephen in London (1882). She never went to school, but her father chose books for her to read from his own library. She was only allowed to move out of her family home after her father’s death, when she was 22. She moved into a house with her brothers and sister, and instead of writing …
I haven’t found the book I went looking for the last three trips to Barnes And Noble.
I barely found an intelligent clerk to help me not find the book that they didn’t carry but would be happy to order for me. WHAT?
I know, I know. I should be supporting my independent bookstore, and I do frequent the small used book store around the corner, have even ordered new books from them, but sometimes, you’re in the mall, thirsty for coffee and a plush green chair, and well… you succumb.
But after the coffee, the internet usage and …
I am all about the somethingness. Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.
“The writer must not really know what he is knowing, what he is learning to know when he writes, which is more than the knowing of it. A writer loves the dark, loves it, but is always fumbling around in the light. The writer is separate from his work but that’s all the writer is – what he writes. A writer must be smart but not too smart. He must be reckless and patient and daring and dull – for what is duller than writing, trying to …