Making a Literary Life Friday: Farewell
That's right, we're done. The world does not need another essay about the writer's life. Blah, blah, blah. Been there, done that, and now it's time to do something else.
So let's get creative. We're going away for a week and when we come back (November 10), we'll feature your questions about writing, editing, agents, editors, conferences, marketing, grammar (especially that irascible semicolon) -- anything and everything having to do with the truth about the writer's life.
Yeah, the truth. You see, we'll take your questions, answer them ourselves and/or consult someone in the business who can, sometimes throw it out to the readers to help; grant you anonymity, naturally; and be very honest (did you notice the semicolons? not so tricky). Like 1-2-3, off-with-the-Band-Aid honest.
Let's start with a little bit of honesty right now: We will not read your manuscript and critique for you. Don't even ask. We might consider your query letter. Maybe.
We'll publish your question, each of us will give our own answer (heck, you'll have to decide what to take and what to chew over), and you have to be prepared for the truth. Imagine you're sitting down with the four of us in Amy's red dining room and getting a dose, just like we give each other. It can be tough. Expect tears, gnashing of teeth, maybe even a few epiphanies.
If you think you can take it, send us your questions. If you think you know better, leave a comment.
Whatever happens, we hope you'll leave a little inspired and better prepared for a literary life. Farewell.
Got a question? Contact us here:
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The other evening, as I approached the final chapter of the final episode of Scott Westerfeld's Uglies trilogy, the reason I read was so clear to me. It's hardly an epiphany to most of the world, I'm sure.
Oops! I lied. There's another reason: Escape. Scott, dear author, my life has been so busy lately. I won't bore you with details... but your stories, delightful, entertaining, gripping stories were better than finding a hundred dollar bill every day for three months. Your novels were such a discovery and joy.











