Last night my husband told me he was worried that this whole "sand" scene I was writing would wind up as some sort of excuse for procrastination. I said of course it wouldn't!
And then I made these.
And then I made these.
This is so funny. I am a novelist, but I didn't publish a story called "All the Bells."
I do know that there is another writer out there named Emily Saso who, I think, lives in NY state. I actually blogged about her here:
Because the universe is just bonkers like that.
Funnily enough X 2, I am at work on my second novel right now. I've even spoken to a few editors about it and they love the concept. And I don't currently have representation. Maybe it's fate that you emailed me instead? ;)
Anyways, best of luck finding your other Emily Saso! And if you ever want to see some of my stuff, let me know.
(The Toronto one)
“So I slip-soled up the steps of the library determined to harness that beast, the Internet, and find you."
“Alex is a shortcut through the debilitating self-consciousness that runs in my family and slows us down.”This collection is sensitive, reflective, and very entertaining. I felt like I was reading literary gossip sometimes because the peeks she gives into the lives of her characters are so wonderfully juicy! Lesley was a good friend and a reliable woman to share a chore-wheel with, so I'm stoked that CanLit (and you) has found her out.
|Me and Atalay checking out the salmon(!) swimming up-creek at the|
Drake Devonshire -- an A+ place in nearby Wellington for
brunch/ping pong/hipsters. (Even the salmon have man-buns.)
|Me making love to the microphone. (And yes, I keep my eyes closed.) |
Also pictured are the very smart/talented Kirsten MacLeod and Zoe Whittall.
"I bought this book because I am an ex JW and I thought it would be interesting. Well I only made it about a quarter of the way through. While the author knows the basics about how JW's work, she doesn't know how they talk , comport themselves or how the meetings and assemblies are.Rule number one for authors is "write what you know"!I want my money back."It's the first bad review I've received, at least publicly. (My dad didn't like my book either.) Anyways, to protect what I know to be true about my work and my integrity, I replied.
"So sorry you didn't like the book, Amazon Customer. I pride myself on the great care I took with research, which I spent years doing. I read books, poured over the Watchtower web site, went to a meeting, took virtual tours of the printing facilities, spoke with and interviewed Witnesses (both active and ex), quoted from JW materials heavily, used the exact script from an assembly, and reflected the experiences of many ex-JWs in support groups. This novel certainly reflected all of that research, as well as my own experience with religious alienation. I can't give you your money back because I am a broke writer. But good news! You have the power to tell everyone how much you hated it! That's the beauty of free speech! Which is the same freedom that allows me to write about whatever I want, as long as it's responsibly and meticulously researched, and, above all, empathetic to my characters and their emotional experiences. Thanks for your feedback, though, Amazon Customer. And I mean that sincerely. I'm sure you've gone through an intense journey with the religion yourself. Maybe there's even a book in you about it. I'd read it."This assertion that you "write what you know" is tired. When people say it, they usually mean "write what you've lived." Beyond that, what many of them probably mean is: "Hey you! Write what I have lived." Well I'm here to let you in on a little secret: Books would suck if we authors wrote only what we "know." Doing so would, in fact, put an end to whole genres: historical, fantasy, sci-fi, dinosaur erotica, etc.
|The Remarkables in beautiful, breezy, tourist-overrun Queenstown.|
|Black swans in a crystal clear river in Rotorua.|
|The tiny bananas were delicious!|
|My sister got married on the beach, as it turned out! |
Boy was I overdressed!
|My Kiwi nephew steering my Canadian husband. Keep left, Anthony!!|
|Some mountains en route to Milford Sound. Also pictured: most of my face.|
|Redwoods meet Anthony's red shirt in Rotorua.|
|Scary beautiful cave adventures in Waitomo. |
PS - wet suits are not as slimming as one would hope.