In which Liza grapples with choosing a title. Click on bold text for links. Doh. I had to think for a while to come up with a title for this blog post, which is about…choosing titles. For a while I’ve wanted to change the title of my forthcoming historical novel (my publisher agreed) and … Continue reading The Waiting Game Part V: WORKING TITLE
The Waiting Game, Part IV: Pinch me.
1943 photo. On Facebook, I see a lot of people feeling "blessed," This, I have noticed, often precedes a humble-brag about their gifted children or new vacation house, so I use the word with some reservation. But I am feeling that word these days. On Wednesday, I send off revisions for ETIQUETTE FOR RUNAWAYS to … Continue reading The Waiting Game, Part IV: Pinch me.
The Waiting Game, PART II: Labor Pains
Mia Farrow, Rosemary's Baby, 1968. Photo from imdb.com Remember, if you will, that my original premise in this (now lengthy) blog post was that writing and publishing is a waiting game, akin to a pregnancy? Well I’m finally circling back to that. So almost a year and a half had passed since I sent out … Continue reading The Waiting Game, PART II: Labor Pains
The Waiting Game: PART I
Attributed to Marcus Gheereart the Younger , Portrait of a Lady in late 16th century Elizabethan England. (Roughly 1550 to 1600) from Tate.org.uk. [Public domain] If the wait from book deal to physical publishing contract were a pregnancy, I’d have my suitcase packed and waiting at the door by now. My last blog post was … Continue reading The Waiting Game: PART I
One Sublime Month
Let me say one thing. Well, two things, actually. The first is that I never thought I’d be chosen as a Hawthornden Fellow. But I filled out the application in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, no other applicant could make it in a particular month—January, for instance, or someone might break a leg, or … Continue reading One Sublime Month
The story behind “Confab”
Photo from Wikimedia Commons:User:Drozd [Public domain] In print now in Gargoyle Magazine #66. In the early 1980’s it was generally considered safe to hitchhike on Nantucket Island. At least, those of us who had only just graduated college and come for the summer— career-less and broke—found it an economical and efficient mode of transportation. And … Continue reading The story behind “Confab”