Attend a Writer’s Conference? A Risk Worth Taking! (Part 2)

By Catherine Hedge

What a delight!  I have just returned from a regional writer’s conference, The Society for Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators of Kansas.  I spent the day learning from wonderful, creative speakers:  Sharon M. Draper, Jennifer Mattson, Karen Grencik, Heather Alexander, Jennifer Brown, Bridget Heos, and Brett Wright.

I was surrounded by enthusiastic people who write because they have something to say and a unique way of saying it. Writing is their art.  My art.

As writers, we sit by ourselves, writing draft after draft.  The stereotype is the pale, hunched, introvert writing until dawn. He’s fueled by whiskey and stale cigarettes.  (Okay, I’m pale, love to write at night, but I need chocolate and Malbec.) But get us all together to share, breathe, and question writing, and we are as excited as middle schoolers!

It makes me realize that to be in close proximity to those who love what you love…whether it is opera, basketball, Anime, or Star Trek, is a joyful a reminder that we are indeed human.  We are social creatures who do best when we come together and  dream.

I hope you enjoy a blog I wrote 2 years ago after attending another great event!

By Catherine Hedge

When I was getting reading for my first writing conference in Salina, Kansas, many years ago, I was terribly nervous.  I figured there would be critics lurking about with long noses and red pens in hand.  They’d stand around in little circles and scoff, “Oh, so like SHE thinks she can write, Poor Thing!”

When I started reading my lead to an agent, I was so nervous that my tongue felt like a sand dune.  I spent my life talking in front of middle schoolers, but something about this pinch-faced woman terrified me.  She started out with, “You write really well, BUT…”  Then she told me that no one was interested in my time period, The Dawn of the Viking Age in England.  I should switch to King Arthur or Ancient Rome.  I was devastated.

Thank goodness my writing mentor, Leonard Bishop was at the conference.  When I told him what she had said, he growled, “Don’t listen to her! You are the one who will make them interested!”  The great part was that for the rest of the conference, he was the star, the darling that every struggling author wanted to talk to.  The one the agents and editors invited to lunch.  And I was the one he asked to join him!

That agent incident is the only uncomfortable memory of my conference life (Well, there were the toothless Klingons at a Con in Kansas City, but that’s another universe.) Since that time, I have attended more conferences to my great delight.

I don’t have an agent and editors aren’t clawing through my front door…yet.  So why am I willing to squander two scarce resources, Time and Money, to spend a weekend with strangers?  Why would I recommend it to you?

You just might…

Be Surrounded by Dreamers…How often do you get to be in a room with hundreds of people who have the same creative life as you?  We think it’s great to sit alone, scowling and scribbling.  We treasure moments we can laugh out loud at our own jokes or tear up at poignant scenes.  Some call that madness. Writers call it fun.

Get Support…You aren’t the only one out there.  Listen to the hallway chatter and you’ll hear just what you’ve asked yourself so many times…

  • I’ve sent out a million query letters but no luck yet! What should I do now?
  • They’ve just published a book about my topic.  Have I wasted all that time?
  • My story line has hit a dead end, but my character just won’t let me stop!   (Leonard would have loved that one!  “Just put the pen down!”)
  • I just know there’s a story in me somewhere…
  • Do you think I have a chance?
  • And those in the elevator, at the table, or in line with you, offer advice, soothing stories, and sometimes answers.

Meet Specialists…Most presenters are as passionate about writing and creating as you are.  By listening to the pulse of the conference, you can tell who they are.  People talk.  “Go see him! He’s fascinating” or “I took a marketing class from her once.  She really knows her stuff.”   Or, “He’s just trying to sell his editing books.”  Watch for the presenters who have crowd gather around them AFTER they have given their talk!  Or the ones who smile when you walk in their classroom.

Hint:  The faculty usually post their websites.  With prior research, you can discover the presenter’s experience, interests, and attitudes.   (The opening lines of agents/editor’s website usually states if they are accepting new clients or open only to established writers.) Does the individual promote a sense of community, excitement…or exclusion?  Those beliefs carry into the presentation.

 Celebrate Synergy…The best part of a conference happens afterwards.  Yes, if you’re lucky, you’ll have an agent or editor who wants to see your work…or some notes from a presentation on social networking…or a business card from a future friend.  But every individual can leave with power of community.  You’re ready to take on the next day, the next weeks, of staring at that blank screen or page of doodling.  You can do that because you have discovered you are no longer alone.

At a conference, you have voluntarily surrounded yourself with creatives.  You’ve allowed yourself to be open to learning.  You’ve read your drafts to strangers, accepted their feedback, and filtered their comments through your sensibilities.  For days, you have been immersed in your craft, pondering what works, weighing every comment for its usefulness for your writing.  How can that not change you?

Go ahead.  Take the risk.  (Just stay clear of the Klingons!)

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Seeds of Vengeance: Book Release by Mark Rogers

I am proud to be the editor of this fine book. Congratulations, Mark Rogers!

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By Mark Rogers

Here is the press release for my newest book: Seeds of Vengeance.

Fiction House Publishing Proudly Announces:

SOV coverSeeds of Vengeance, a novel by Mark Rogers, Author and Editor of Fiction House Publishing

A near-death mining accident triggers J.B. Smith’s quest for the impossible – IMMORTALITY.

“Give me wealth, power, and offspring. I’ll destroy anyone challenging my empire.”

Impassioned union activist Stash Taluski protests: “We are children of the earth’s black bowels, Mr. Smith. You must look out for your brothers.”

“Never!”

Sally Pursells loves both men. She rises from deepest poverty to become J.B.’s closest advisor. J.B. provides Sally security, worldly comforts; Stash, raw-flesh desires. Sally bonds with their families. She’s as a mother to their children.

The relationships play out midst sly corporate boardroom bloodletting and brutal Appalachian coalfield riots. Can justice-seeking Sally achieve her impossible – reconciling two men so alike yet…

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Thanks, Marie, and Happy Halloween!

Happy Halloween, My Friends! I hope you enjoy this post from last year…One of my favorite stories from my childhood. Dad’s birthday is Monday and I am so fortunate to have so many sweet memories of him. Joseph Hedge, you were quite a guy! Love, Your Daughter, Cathy

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By Catherine Hedge

Marie, thank you so much for giving me the courage to post!  In 2012, with the lure of a free book by my favorite author, I took up her challenge.  Write a story the entire planet  can see on Halloween!

I wasn’t too sure about the new world I was entering…sure there were sadistic spirits and clawing demons ready to pull me into an Internet Underworld…like the guy in Tron who sits in front of Master Control and gets digitized.  (I grew up with Hal in 2001, A Space Odyssey, after all, and knew those computers are really out to get us! )

So…I hope you will enjoy reading my story, a repost from Marie Loughin’s very creative blog…

“I Wanna Be…at http://marieloughin.com/2011/10/21/halloweens-not-all-about-being-wicked/

(P.S.  Join me next week for a beautiful guest post about picking wine grapes!)

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Interview with Author Helena P. Schrader

Our colleague, Charlene Newcomb , author of Men of the Cross has an insightful writer’s flair for interviewing.   What a great piece! I’ll have to read Ms. Schrader’s work, The Knight of Jerusalem.

See Char’s interview at : Interview with Author Helena P. Schrader.

See a review of Char’ book, Men of the Cross by editor Mark Rogers

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Seeds of Vengeance: Book Release by Mark Rogers

By Mark Rogers

Here is the press release for my newest book:  Seeds of Vengeance.

Fiction House Publishing Proudly Announces:

SOV coverSeeds of Vengeance, a novel by Mark Rogers, Author and Editor of Fiction House Publishing

A near-death mining accident triggers J.B. Smith’s quest for the impossible – IMMORTALITY.

“Give me wealth, power, and offspring. I’ll destroy anyone challenging my empire.”

Impassioned union activist Stash Taluski protests: “We are children of the earth’s black bowels, Mr. Smith. You must look out for your brothers.”

“Never!”

Sally Pursells loves both men. She rises from deepest poverty to become J.B.’s closest advisor. J.B. provides Sally security, worldly comforts; Stash, raw-flesh desires. Sally bonds with their families. She’s as a mother to their children.

The relationships play out midst sly corporate boardroom bloodletting and brutal Appalachian coalfield riots. Can justice-seeking Sally achieve her impossible – reconciling two men so alike yet so different?

For the sake of her two families, she must.

Trade Paperback: 268 pages

© 2014, Mark Rogers

General Fiction, American

Topics:  Coal Mining, Relationships, Female Empowerment, World War II, Union Organizing, Survival

(available at Amazon.com)  www.fictionhousepublishing.com

Our Founder, James Thaddeus “Blackjack” Fiction ‘Tell our stories, Raji. If you don’t, it will be as if we never lived.’ These whispering cries of joy and sorrow rise from the bookshelves and portraits in the Fiction House. I cannot refuse. (Artwork enhancements by: Joseph Rintoul)Join Mark as Raji Singh each weekend for whimsical short stories at his blog: www.talesofthefictionhouse.com

Also by Mark Rogers (as Raji Singh) Tales of the Fiction House, by Raji Singh (Available at Amazon.com)

© 2014, Mark Rogers

 

 

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Here’s to Modern Times, When Publishing is (Relatively) Easy…

Donna Light Bearer

The Book Cover, The Light Bearer by Donna Gillespie. (Artwork by Jane Kiskaddon)

By Donna Gillespie

Recently I decided it was time to try out Amazon’s print-on-demand service, Create Space. It’s an appealing concept: One reader, one book. No inventory, no waste. I’d put it off too long: Only used copies of book # 1 (The Light Bearer) were available in the online bookstores, and since I’d rewritten the book for the e-book edition, that hoary old ’94 trade paperback edition was starting to feel like a first draft. I’d actually found myself asking people not to buy it, begging them to read the e-book instead.

Create Space has an easy-to-use online form to fill out, and since I got expert help with the text conversion and layout, it was not at all the hair-raising experience I expected it to be. Well, with one exception: It turned out that, at a hefty 810 pages, book # one was pushing Create Space’s drop-dead-and-please-go-away page limit; I scraped by with about three pages to spare. How had the publisher managed so effortlessly to slim this book down to a mere 788, using a font that looked tantalizingly larger than the eye-pinching one I was coming up with, all the while managing comfortable, roomy margins? It was a puzzle I never solved. It’s not all that easy to slap together a book. I have new respect for real publishers.

As for the book itself, I’d already dealt with the gremlins in the text that had been haunting me for years, and had even added an afterword just in case anyone wanted to know who really lived in this ancient Roman saga and who I’d made up. All I had to do was come up with some cover art.

It was a heady feeling, having control of both the inside and the outside. After days of ruminating on cover art I remembered I had an artist friend whose work I’d admired for years. I didn’t think of her at first because she does landscapes, mostly, and I also needed a woman on a horse — a first-century barbarian woman, to be exact. But my instincts told me I would love whatever she came up with. The first time I ever saw one of her paintings I’d started mentally counting pennies to see if I could afford to buy it, even though back then I was one of those people who thought original art was something only rich New Yorkers indulged in. It turned out the pennies didn’t stretch, and I mourned a little, afterward. I can’t describe these landscapes adequately. They glow with what I can only think of as mystical realism. The ones I loved best were her forest scenes — often, oak trees bathed in mist, dappled with playful color, usually with a strong light source, so that you feel you’re being socked back into space. They are a playground for the eyes. Her name is Jane Kiskaddon; you can view her recent work here.

In the meantime I’d met her and I asked her to do my cover, even though I worried that horses weren’t her thing and I didn’t know if she’d want to attempt a barbarian woman in first-century garb. Luckily for me she was game to try. She decided right away that working from a photograph wasn’t going to be good enough and hired an equestrian friend to model for her. On horseback, of course.

Many modeling sessions ensued. The painting grew. I was ravenous with curiosity. I was
envisioning oaks that might have tried out for a part in Lord of the Rings, mysterious light
sources that beckon you into another world, and my character proudly astride a horse of any color (I didn’t specify), the whole soaked in mystical realism.

The day came when Jane brought the painting over to my apartment, almost finished. She arrived with paints and sat on my floor, huge canvas before her, because there was a spot that still wasn’t right. After a struggle I managed to yank it out of her hands.

I was entranced. This painting has presence; it’s five feet high and four feet wide, and,
particularly at night, I swear it comes alive with an eerie luminescence. There may even be a family of elves living in there. It’s now ensconced over my writing desk, dominating my tiny apartment, hovering there like a window into an ancient forest.

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Original Painting by Jane Kiskaddon

She did a fabulous horse, and added some atmospheric details of her own that I couldn’t have imagined. Later, she said only the spear my warrior woman was holding had presented a challenge — to get the angle of the woman’s arm right, she had her equestrian friend pose with a Swiffer Sweeper. Whatever works, I say.

So now I was ready for the final step — uploading my cover to Create Space’s site, so they could do their own magic and make it into a real book. I ordered my sample copy. Then came the raw thrill of tearing open the package and holding the finished product in my hand. Jane’s painting fulfilled all my fantasies of the perfect cover. And now that I’ve kindled my first book and created some space for it, I can finally let it go.

But sometimes with freedom comes too many choices. Should my cover be glossy or matte? The system lets you choose. Both looked good, so I’m thinking I’ll switch it back and forth daily, just because I can.

©2014, Donna Gillespie

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HOW A TALE IS BORN

Our Founder, James Thaddeus “Blackjack” Fiction  ‘Tell our stories, Raji. If you don’t, it will be as if we never lived.’ These whispering cries of joy and sorrow rise from the bookshelves and portraits in the Fiction House. I cannot refuse. (Artwork enhancements by: Joseph Rintoul)

Our Founder, James Thaddeus “Blackjack” Fiction
‘Tell our stories, Raji. If you don’t, it will be as if we never lived.’
These whispering cries of joy and sorrow rise from the bookshelves and portraits in the Fiction House.
I cannot refuse.
(Artwork enhancements by: Joseph Rintoul)

by Raji Singh

The telling of tales has been a grand part of human history.  We escape to other worlds with Carpier and Hans Christian Anderson.  We adventure ourselves away in 1,001 Arabian nights, and travel the Canterbury trails seeking old thrills, new again.  Aesop offers us lessons as Hoffman delivers the unbelievable.

I am inspired by Carpier, an eighth century foundling,who transforms himself into a Lindian mystic.  He roams the countryside inventing simple, magical tales and fables to ease the burden of the poor and bereft; to lift their spirits.  The stories are short, as is he.  He grows to under four feet.  He lives long; well over 100 years, and so his stories are many.

He tells them to those who cannot read or write.  So, they are never written down at the time of their creation.  By word of mouth, they pass from one generation to the next.  Some lengthen, some shorten as time passes.  Some are divided in parts, or multiply, as they spread throughout the land.

Early in the 18th century, an ancient Lindian seaman compiles the thousands of Carpier tales he’s heard in his life.  The Book of Carpier comes into the possession of James Thaddeus ‘Blackjack’ Fiction, founder and editor or Fiction House Publishing (mid 1800’s).

Eventually he melds old tales with new.  They mostly center on small animals, as Carpier’s stories.  They are written by Fiction House’s chief writer William ‘Golden Boy’ Golden, and published under the title, The Lore of the Lindian Woods.  The tales take place in both the Lindian Forest of Asia and the Lindian Forest in America (named for the many countrymen and women who settled in the nearby Cincinnati community.)

The world is all the richer for those known and unknown storytellers who weave their webs of intrigue.

~ ~ Editor note: the novel,   Tales of the Fiction House relates versions of Carpier’s offerings, and his often dangerous pathways taken to pursue his call to oral storytelling.  ~ ~    For a short accounting of how Shelva Fiction, Blackjack’s daughter-in-law continued the ‘Lore’ in the late 18th century, visit Tales of the Moscow Nights.  You can read more tales, Lore of the Lindian Woods at my website.

©2013 Raji Singh

(Join me every Sunday night at the Fiction House, your place for short story, lark, whimsy, and merriment.  Meet the many residents as I archive their lives and centuries of adventures.  You can read of their origins in my novel TALES OF THE FICTION HOUSE.  They are completely different stories.  My novel is available at Amazon Kindle and Trade Paperback, and Barnes and Noble.)

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WAR’S TENDER MERCIES

We thought you might enjoy this fine review of one of our colleagues’ books, Men of the Cross. It was a delight to hear the weekly drafts before it all came together into a highly enjoyable whole. Way to go, Charlene Newcomb!

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by Mark Rogers, Editor

Our Founder, James Thaddeus “Blackjack” Fiction  ‘Tell our stories, Raji. If you don’t, it will be as if we never lived.’ These whispering cries of joy and sorrow rise from the bookshelves and portraits in the Fiction House. I cannot refuse. (Artwork enhancements by: Joseph Rintoul) Our Founder, James Thaddeus “Blackjack” Fiction
‘Tell our stories, Raji. If you don’t, it will be as if we never lived.’
These whispering cries of joy and sorrow rise from the bookshelves and portraits in the Fiction House.
I cannot refuse.
(Artwork enhancements by: Joseph Rintoul)

(Taking a break from Mr. Raji Singh’s whimsical Lore of the Lindian Woods animal tales: They’ll return next week. A national news commentator’s sad remarks on the dozens of wars occuring now throughout the world, prompts this book review.)

Disclosure: Fiction House Publishing has no financial interest in the novels of any of the authors mentioned. Normally we do not comment on the works of other publishers. The thoughtful approach to her subject matter by the author, Charlene Newcomb, causes us to reconsider.

Ms. Charlene Newcomb’s latest work, MEN OF THE CROSS, Book I of the Battle Scars…

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No. 94: FATHER’S DAY SCENTS AND SENSIBILITIES

Intro By Catherine Hedge

Joseph Hedge, Happy Father's Day!

Joseph Hedge, Happy Father’s Day!

Some of us are lucky enough to have fathers who cradle our hearts until we are strong enough to be on our own. Others, we find gentle souls who take the challenge and give their great gift of love. For all fathers and mentors, thank you for shaping the future!
Raji Singh has his own unique version of fathers. Here’s to you, Fellows!

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by Raji Singh

Our Founder, James Thaddeus “Blackjack” Fiction ‘Tell our stories, Raji. If you don’t, it will be as if we never lived.’ These whispering cries of joy and sorrow rise from the bookshelves and portraits in the Fiction House. I cannot refuse. (Artwork enhancements by: Joseph Rintoul) Our Founder, James Thaddeus “Blackjack” Fiction
‘Tell our stories, Raji. If you don’t, it will be as if we never lived.’
These whispering cries of joy and sorrow rise from the bookshelves and portraits in the Fiction House.
I cannot refuse.
(Artwork enhancements by: Joseph Rintoul)

PART I – FATHERS’ SENSIBILITIES

I am James Thaddeus Fiction, the Fifth – a true Fiction. Typhoon tears me from my parents and my realities strip away. I enter another world, one of imagining, surviving. Eventually new, loving parents, Dr. Ben and Indira Singh, take me in. Now I am Raji.

But, before then…

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The ironies of my foundling fate blessed me with three additional males to consider Fathers.

I wish on no other person the brutality – the disregard and abuse – that most in my situation must become part. I desire for all, the kindness and…

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A Fighter’s Long Walk

Mom and Me

Mom and Me

I believe I have found a spirit collegue of my mom, Mary Hedge. Lovely example of a knight jousiing for his mother!

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It was twenty-four years ago when my mother took her last trip to Great Britain. She has yearned to return, and finally this year, in her 84th year, she convinced us to accompany her. She longed to see everything she had missed the first time. She wanted to visit the museums, see the Roman baths, see a play, maybe even take the train through the chunnel and visit France and Spain.

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“There’s something about England that I love,” she says.

She likes to tell the story about the mustard. While in London, she bought a hot dog from a vendor on the street corner. She asked him to slather on some mustard, because she’s always been a huge fan of that tasty spread. He gave her a tiny dab.

“More please,” she said.

So he gave her another tiny dab.

“More, more,” she said.

So he gave her a…

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