What Authors Must Do in 2018 (Besides Writing)

In a 2016 blog post, I wrote : I’m not totally sure, but I think Ernest Hemingway would consider himself fortunate for dying before it became a requirement for every author to have a website, and to blog, and to post regularly on social media sites like Facebook.

Returning to fiction writing (after twenty years away) has been quite an eye-opener. You must have a website, they said. An agent won’t even glance at your manuscript if you don’t have a website. Oh, and way before anyone accepts your book for publication, you’ll need to build an audience by blogging on the website, and posting on social media.

What Authors Must Do

The blog was titled I. Need. To. Do. What?  Today, I have an update on how it’s all working out for me. Selected snippets from the original blog are below in italics. The original blog in December 2016 started with the thrill over a new iphone after I finally ditched my well-worn flip-top phone (does anyone even remember what those looked like?) Continue reading “What Authors Must Do in 2018 (Besides Writing)”

With Apologies To My Son, Dan

Most weeks I write this blog from my viewpoint as an author — or a reader. But as I say in my revamped Welcome page, besides being an author and a reader/lover of books, I am also a journalist, attorney, foodie, wine lover, tennis and golf addict, a bff, and a wife — and mother.  So, occasionally I’ll write a blog while wearing one of these other hats.

Apologies To My Son

This week, I am obliged to write as “mom” because I owe my son, Dan the most abject of apologies, on the record. It stems from something I said in an interview in a widely read website, writingandwellness.com where I was the featured writer. Colleen Story’s fabulous blog covered a lot of ground about me, and you can read the full blog by clicking here.

Taking The Piss

If and/or when you read that blog, you will see one subhead says: “Mom, No-one Reads Your Blog.”  If you read that section, you will probably see that I meant is as a humorous, self-deprecating comment. But, as my son pointed out to me: “Mom, it makes me sound like a jerk.” Continue reading “With Apologies To My Son, Dan”