Stick to Paying Markets By Mary Laufer

Stick to Paying Markets By Mary Laufer

When I started writing, I read somewhere that if you wanted to be a successful writer you had to stick to one genre and develop your craft. But, I loved to write everything: poems, essays and short stories. I searched the classifieds in Poets and Writers Magazine, and found places to send my work. My poems were published first – in literary magazines that didn’t pay a dime. Poetry anthologies were next; no money came with those publications, either. At least now I had credits to list in cover letters when I submitted essays and short stories…

When You Drive Your Car into High Water…

Ali and I were out running errands with Max and Mason last weekend and, when we emerged from the craft store, the sunny, blue Florida sky had turned black. We had one more stop to make (the grocery store) and I was determined to get home before the sky opened up. We didn’t make it. Not even close…

Are Book Signings Big Book Sellers? Not Usually…

Based on a survey we did several years ago, most authors who had done a book signing were disappointed with the results. Most reported selling fewer than five copies of each title, and also reported they spent far more time and money preparing for the signing than they earned in profits from book sales.
We wanted to see how things have changed so we sent out a call for information last week. Here are four of the responses…

Tips for New Bloggers By Kate Tietje

Tips for New Bloggers By Kate Tietje

Back when I was in high school, I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to write what I wanted, when I wanted. I wanted it to be informational, yet conversational. I wanted to control when and what I wrote about, yet still have a consistent job…

Does This Sound Like Me? By Donna J. Howard

My first writing disaster occurred in high school. Because my favorite things to do were reading and writing, I took Academic English my freshman year. When we were assigned to write a fictional story, I was delighted. I decided to write one like the ones I loved to read, with mystery and intrigue. I spent hours researching old castles in faraway places. I wrote about a young boy and girl lost in one of those old musty castles and how they found their way out. I proudly handed it in. It came back sporting a huge, black “C.” I asked my teacher why. She said “It doesn’t sound like you.” I was crushed, and put writing aside.