Friday, August 13, 2010

Time to put up or shut up for Heritage Fields

So I got into the Pitch & Shop Conference.

Oh boy. I mentioned before, this could be a very expensive way of making a fool of myself. Or I can get a real jump on seeing Heritage Fields in print.

The conference runs four days with workshops to get your pitch perfected. Each person gets to pitch four editors over the course of the conference.

Cue JP's panic attack. I get nervous, okay? I'm easily tongue-tied, and yes I sometimes stutter when pushed. But I am working on it.

This conference will be a concentrated effort to get this project moving forward. It will be held at the tail end of September so I have one month to clean up my latest draft. The editors won't read the whole thing at the conference, they just want to hear the pitch.

But knowing the story from front to back will make the pitch that much better.

In the end, I will have a shot at pitching editors from publishing houses including Ace/Roc Books, Random House, St. Martin's Press, Penguin...

This is no bullshit. Time to bring the A game.

I may practice on camera a few times to critique myself. Maybe I will share the outtakes with you.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Be Aggressive, B-E Aggressive!

Yes, I am cheering myself on today. Last night was a very long. Worked on the query letter then fired it off during the wee hours probably straight into the slush pile but that is fine. No one ever got published by NOT sending out their work.

I recall someone talking about writers a while ago, maybe it was a professor, and there are some folks who think it would be scandalous to try and get published because they write for the art's sake or something. Like that makes you a sellout or some mess.

Yeah, JP needs to get paid, biznitch!

Just applied for the NYC Pitch & Shop Conference in September. The worst that can happen is they let me in...

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Mom's birthday

Did some celebrating with Mom for her birthday today. Made some marinated lamb chops for dinner and brought over a few gifts. Don't tell her I put garlic in the dish. she is not a fan of garlic but if you don't over do it and keep your mouth shut, she has no idea. ;-)

Mom makes every small thing you do for her seem like a big deal. Part of this you might say comes from her years as a teacher, motivating and encouraging young minds to believe they can do anything. But mostly this comes from her own ever youthful outlook on the world. Some folks wonder why I act rather goofy. I hope you can see where this comes from . . .

Please excuse the low grade of the video. Had to grab an ancient camera, misplaced my current one.


Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away