My middle son hates to read. He's 11. He likes playing guitar, listening to music, skateboarding, building stuff, and being with friends. He's not the kind of kid who sits quietly for extending periods of time. He gets decent grades and we never get notes home from teachers with any kind of warnings. He's a… Continue reading My kid hates to read and the world isn’t ending.
Does reading bad writing make you a bad writer? I remember an advisor from grad school wrinkling her nose and looking dismissive when asked this question. "How could it?" she said. "If you're a good writer, you're a good writer. Reading bad writing can't make you a bad writer, unless you were a bad… Continue reading How to blame suckyness on others
We're thinking hard about starting a new series at Nomad Press. We're pondering, we're testing the water, we're gathering evidence of future success or failure. We're nervous. We're hesitant. Until we're not, and then we're boisterous and foolhardy. Of course we can launch a new series in the space of six months! Of course everyone… Continue reading In the beginning, there was market research…
I adore Maggie Smith, Judi Dench, Meryl Streep, and Sarah's mother, Barb, who keeps me company on the frigid playground while we wait for the school buses to arrive. And I can't wait to be an old woman with long, grey, wild hair and strong opinions. I've never used any kind of age-hiding beauty treatment -… Continue reading Granny! Except, maybe not.
Yesterday I sent out a list of questions to our current authors in hopes that they'll take a few minutes out of their sure-to-be-busy last week of the year and answer in witty, engaging, informative ways. I know it's a lot to ask. And I struggle with this. Where does the job of an author… Continue reading Editor? Editor!
The year is dwindling. These days are my favorite days, and they're also the most depressive. I don't know about you, but every day or so, usually when I'm driving or folding laundry, I glance back on the divided hours of the past year and discover a pie chart I don't much admire. Quite a… Continue reading The Day After the Day After Christmas
We are nearing the end. Soon we will have to bid farewell to wide plank floorboards, the leaky kitchen sink, the view of lounge chairs in the sun (on which we do not sit becuase we are writers writing), the quiet, the peace, the stillness. But I am not leaving empty handed. And while it's… Continue reading How To Make the Most of Your Writing Retreat in Maine