Archive for July, 2012

One of the hardest things for a writer to do is to critique their own work. When I started writing I believed every word that dripped from my brain and hit paper was so golden it would make writers like Dr. Seuss and Hemingway tremble in fear (Yes, I know they’re both dead. I guess that would make trembling difficult.). In retrospect, I’m betting the only shuddering done was by readers that patronized me and told me how wonderful my work was. (Case in point: my dear mother still has my scribbles on a napkin from when I was three – she’s sure it’ll be Pulitzer worthy someday!) 

So what’s my point? 

I’d like some unvarnished opinion on a newer work. Entitled THE OLD MAN ON THE LAKE, the story is about an old man’s search for meaning in the latter days of his life (sample on the website). I believe it is a worthy effort but would like some opinion outside of close family members. Criticism, although hard to take, is invaluable into improving the final result. As a writer, I have more than once discarded the opinions of readers (sometimes you just gotta trust your instincts), but other times the reader has pointed out a flaw in character, timing, plot or some other element that I could not see because of the trees blocking my vision. 

So do you want to take a stab at it? 

If interested my offer is to send out a document in Microsoft Word format to the first five interested parties. It could be read via computer or it could be printed off (275 pages). Drop me an e-mail and I’ll get it off to you lickety-split. 

Who knows, just like the scribbly napkin it might be worth more than a nickel someday.

Slowwwww Motion!

Posted: July 7, 2012 in The Art of Publishing

Okay, I admit it. I’m old. I’m slowing down and when I move fast no one knows it even if they’re watching. But although my hair is greying and the wrong joints are stiffening, I will never be as slow as the publishing business.

Get this: I just received a reply from a literary agent for a sample I sent out over six months ago (of course, he told me how brilliant I was before he rejected me). Last week I was told by the publisher of TOUCHED that it will be in the early part of next year before the novel will see the light of day. And that time frame is actually fast in the world of publishing. He explained that most publishers may take well over a year before the author’s work might see the light of day. My first thought was it was a good thing the major premise of my novel wasn’t how happily married Tom Cruise is or how Mitt Romney was caught with a Canadian hooker (oh, that hasn’t happened yet? Just you wait).

So in the world of writing and publishing the mantra is “Hurry up and wait”. I can do that, I guess. After all, I waited over a year before I painted the front porch and even longer to clean the attic. But the basement will just have to wait.

But do me a favor, just don’t tell my wife.

1)      That I have turned into a total wimp and rarely jump into the lake for fear that it is too cold.

2)      That my Father’s Day gift of an I-Pod is a damn good invention. Are they new?

3)      That biking in the northwoods is an awful lot of fun.

4)      That I suck at fishing (But not as bad as my son that had to go to the ER to get a hook out of his finger. What a nimrod!)

5)      That Stroh’s beer (which the same son bought) tastes just as good as it did in college when it was $1.59 a six pack.

6)      That the sun takes me to a happy place.

7)      That I absolutely am incapable of sitting still anymore. I believe I have AOADD (Adult Onset Attention Deficit Disorder).

8)      That the Amish know more than we (the “English”) do. See past “Luddite” post.

9)      That not having any idea of what time it is, is a good thing.

10)   That not blogging for a week will not end the world as we know it. (But I bet my three followers were in a state of total depression. Thanks sisters and a random follower in a trailer in Mobile, Alabama!)