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January 17th, 2012
You have a voice now, and you can write a cover letter, you’ve seen the horrors and the joy of the submission process, but let’s take a step back for a second. Where are you sending your stories? How in the hell do you decide on the right journal or magazine or website for your epic genius? If only there was one place to go, one source for all of your questions, complete with links and statistics and pretty pictures. There is. If you haven’t discovered Duotrope.com yet, then you, my friend, are in for an awakening.
Read Column →January 16th, 2012
It's that time again - The Lit Coach is accepting your burning questions relating to writing, agents, editors, publishing, and the writing life for the eighth issue of Q&A with The Lit Coach. Submit ONE clearly crafted question to Erin Reel, The Lit Coach, by Saturday, January 21st. She'll choose a few of the best or the most frequently asked questions to answer, Monday, January 23rd. Submit your question to The Lit Coach!
Read Column →January 16th, 2012
The level of discourse in this country really sucks. It's not enough to be right anymore. In order to be in favor of something you must also wish death and destruction upon the opposing side. This kind of attitude used to be relegated to sports, religion and politics. Now we're seeing the Fox-Newsification of everything, from nerd culture (if I told y'all how I felt about Star Wars you'd publicly crucify me) to the publishing industry. Why can't we all just get along?
Read Column →January 16th, 2012
About a year ago, news broke that Jersey Shore "star" (?) Nicole "Snooki" Polizi, who is famous mostly for being short, tan, and publicly maligned, was penning a memoir entitled A Shore Thing. This prompted a collective eye-roll among those in the writing and publishing world. Authors who had been shopping books around for years were crushed. English majors with hopes of being the next Annie Dillard retreated to their hometowns to weep and look for jobs serving coffee.
Read Column →January 13th, 2012
On January 23rd we're unveiling our largest class to date; an 8-week super-intensive crime writing master class with award-winning crime novelist David Corbett. In anticipation of this class, friend and fellow author Craig Clevenger sat down with Corbett and fired three very good questions his way on the subject of crime fiction. Sign Up For The Class
Read Column →January 13th, 2012
It’s not all fan mail and beer, my dear. There’s a foul fraction of writers – I among them - who read what other writers sweat blood to create and by some miracle manage to publish, and not only react as if we’ve been poisoned by bad crab meat, but then insist on farting our responses into print. We are a nasty crew - part junkie, part cannibal. The objects of our essentially erotic wrath are those whose work we despise and those who are simply assholes who deserve to be publicly disgraced. I’ve done it, I feel no shame, and I’ll do it again.
Read Column →January 13th, 2012
Each month I throw two books, related in some way, into the Book Brawl ring to fight it out for the coveted title of literary champion. Two books enter; one book leaves. This month the pugilistic tomes are by childhood besties Truman Capote (In Cold Blood, 1965) and Harper Lee (To Kill A Mockingbird, 1960). How could we be so cruel as to turn lifelong friends against each other? Well, Book Brawl is a vicious beast, dear readers.
Read Column →January 12th, 2012
Photo courtesy of author You know those people who show up to audition for American Idol that are utterly convinced they are great singers, but sound like a raccoon getting stomped on with golf shoes? The thing that's sad isn't their lack of talent. It's that they're so oblivious to their lack of talent. That's a very real fear I have: That I'm not really that good of a writer, and eventually someone's going to call me on it.
Read Column →January 12th, 2012
Image: 'Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy by Gavin Edwards, art by Chris Kale About a million years ago, I was in the bookstore with my dad (a favorite haunt for us both) when I came upon a book titled ‘Scuse Me While I Kiss This Guy: And Other Misheard Lyrics. I was 14 at the time, I had no idea to what song the author was referring to, but my dad sure thought it was funny.
Read Column →January 11th, 2012
I didn’t know how to read until I was seven years old. This is a fact that sticks out no matter how far removed I am, and one that I’ve carried with me into adulthood. I can distinctly remember being in kindergarten, around 5 or 6, and feeling the miserable isolation that comes with not being able to read Hop On Pop out loud. I can’t distinctly remember if there was mockery or teasing involved, but it seems likely.
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