Here’s the thing about publishing that gets me in trouble—a ton of time can pass between the time you sign off on that final edit and release day. You see, my memory isn’t as sharp as it used to be, so when my first book released, I pimped it to anyone and everyone, forgetting that… Continue reading Wikipedia and other secrets my mother doesn’t know
Every April, Lyon College hosts the Arkansas Scottish Festival. It’s a great weekend of tartans, bagpipes, haggis, and Highland games. I try to go whenever I can, especially since I have a son in college there. (—-Well, to be honest, I mostly ogle at the men in kilts.) Visiting Britain is on my bucket… Continue reading There’s Something about a Celt by Sandra Jones
I made my first sale three years ago, February 2010. Some days I remember every detail of that day. Others, the excitement is old news. The rush of getting that email faded, leaving me little jaded and, I admit, a bit impatient with people who aren’t to that point yet. But I try to hold… Continue reading Getting the email… My first sale
One hard thing about writing is that there is no clear finish. Sure, the story ends, but then I get to go back and start editing. Then come are critiques and beta readers, more editing, more tweaking, more fussing. It’s never perfect. There is always a typo I wonder how I missed, oh, and by… Continue reading Are We There Yet?
I am small press published. Over the last few years I’ve tried to explain what that means to my non-writer friends and family to varying degrees of success. What it always boils down to is this: You can’t buy my books in Wal-Mart, Target, or Barnes and Noble. Yet. For me, making my foray into… Continue reading Small presses can lead to big dreams
Okay, so it’s not the most professional lead in. But yeah, I said it. I peruse several writer forums and on all of them, I see people looking for excuses not to write. They say they are writers, claim their book is the best idea ever. But they don’t write. Their posts are full of… Continue reading Shut up and Write!
My friends mock me when I say I’m procrastinating. They believe I’m incapable of true procrastination. You know what? They’re right. I blame Catholic guilt. I was never one of those students who could get out of a paper or exam by claiming a loved one was suffering some grave, imaginary illness. I knew the… Continue reading Procrastination for Overachievers