Thursday, March 31, 2011
I have about thirty finished flash fiction pieces with photographs, and seventy poems. I thought I would submit them as a book to a small publisher, but am rethinking that process. I searched a few literary magazines, and there are thousands of online.
Many charge a "reading fee" which I believe is not worth the dime. Yes someone is going to jump on me and say, "What about the work and time the editors and staff must contribute?"
I am going to share my thoughts, brain and time for free all in the name of art.
So looking for input on who is right for my work. I have had four say yes. I assume my batting average is good?
In no order here are reviews, magazines, online free sites to submit flash fiction, poetry and short stories. My (previous) as I call him agent said,
"C. G. don't waste time on shorts, there is no money in it."
Well he may be right but there is fun.
No answer back yet from:
WordRiot Monkeybicycle PANK Sycamore Scapegoat Conclave American Literary Review 34th Parallel 10000 Tons of Black Ink 20 X 20 Storyglossia
Slush Pile Foundling Hobart 3:A.M Blackbird Antioch Los Angeles
Some sites are down, does that mean closed for business? - riddlefene
There are a couple services which will submit for you. They charge money. I don't see the advantage in paying for that either. Perhaps using heypublisher just helps one organize the submissions? The process is simple enough. The important fact one must determine is: who or what is a match for me.
If I had just a little time I would put up a website that is a match.com for writers. Writers put up profiles and tasty samples then we tumble them through the questionaire process all for say $ 39.99 a month? I have to pitch that idea to someone.
INPUT ? who else
P. S. Buy my book
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
I'm not done with it yet, will let you know how it ends. O.K. maybe I don't spill the beans.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
The cost of the room was more than three hundred dollars.
They are undergoing remodeling and the lobby, hallways, and exercise facilities were a train wreck. There was carpeting torn up everywhere. The pool posted a sign that it was closed to sanitize it. No humans have been in that pool in a while.
A few things tips for the Marriott chain. I have stayed in 900 Marriotts and your staff needs to be fired. The front desk woman was rude. The security is terrible. A local chinese food restaurant and a local pizza joint both seperately wandered upstairs with flyers which they slid under everyone's doors late at night.
This is a hotel you stay with only to fly out early the next morning.
I expect clean sheets. One of the double beds had long black hairs between the top and bottom. Messy.
Friday, March 25, 2011
An interview in person, yes some time in my lifetime is ahead.
Read Skip Horack's story
Read the Article at HuffingtonPost
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I love the gentleman on the right as he views the teenagers on St Patty’s Day. Do New York High Schools give them the day off?
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
I am back from New York. Sticking to my military orders, up at five and because of the time difference it is easy to be up with the waning moon.
For a break I'm sharing a couple photographs. I do not have them all organized.
That is a weekend job.
I need to take photos of the sweet peas taking over and spilling into the pool. I have not stopped to garden. I think the flowers do no mind.
Monday, March 21, 2011
I have sent the rough draft to my editor. He is so funny. He has decided to use all British accent edits. The main ones I am familiar with after living there some many years ago. The ones I don’t care for are how they handle quotation marks. I think it is confusing. My novel has much dialogue, as did the last one. I also have dialogue broken within a sentence.
I will post some examples later.
He told me that he also fell in love with my psycho character. Then I tortured my fictional guy until the end. Editor is not half way yet and continues sending me text messages.
Example: “ why is s. baby head near dying?” “
“Dude there is no baby dead head”
I have reverted to calling my editor, a young and dashing version of s Prince with good teeth, Dude just to push him on.
“Carry on old boy.”
I am a terrible at text messaging. Ask my children how many typos I will make in a sentence. Forgive me, I can’t see the screen – or I was driving.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
see the lower left corner candle holder that popped and the fuzzy color image above, I swear it was focused by a leprechaun fixed it.
Saint Patrick’s cathedral on the walk to MOMA. We walked in to say a prayer for his holiday tomorrow. The church looks lovely. Men were buslting about with flower arrangements. Carson and Blair wandered from me and I found myself in front of St. Pat’s painting and a tiny relic of him in a Waterford cross. I am pretty tiny, but a lady half my size and wearing a beret stood close smiling.
“He’s looking wonderful today. I think he’s smiling at you.”
“Oh not at me, I said a prayer for the police officers outside for a peaceful day tomorrow.”
“Our beautiful Patrick.” The woman is clearly a regular parishioner.
At the same second the one of the green glass offering candles pops. Neither of us stood near the rack of candles. Pieces of green fall like music on the marble floor.
“See he sent you a spiritual message.”
“I think he heard me.”
She squeezed my hand and brushed the broken pieces under the rack. Before I could ask her name, she disappeared. I turned around to see both my teenagers holding arm and arm across the pews. The church is quiet, only the bustle of the workers with the flowers, a few viewers and a sprinkling of sleeping homeless are breathing softly protected from the rain.
It was my little miracle today. It is not green beer. I will not be me with glowing green lights on a headdress tomorrow. We may watch a little on 5th Avenue but Saint Patty he gave me a little special treat today. I hope he will bring you some too.
Monday, March 14, 2011
link above to bookstores near my home
We have a man in our home we fondly refer to as Alfredo Sauce. He is the subject of all blame and missing things. When my favorite coffee mug (the one I imported some sacred meaning and sign of peace to creativity and Major Dickason’s coffee black) was found without a handle we blamed Alfredo. When the side gate cracked ajar and Honey our golden retriever lets everyone out for a romp, I know where to point my finger. If life was simple, we could pass judgment upon a fictional character among the cracks in the mortar. You would need not jolt to anger. One would never feel frustration. All I need to do is call upon Saint Anthony and he delivers.
“Saint Anthony Saint Anthony please come around. Something is lost and it must be found. If you find it please bring it to me, and oh how happy I shall be. Just keep repeating with me kids, and the car keys will be delivered so we may make it to the airport for our flight to JFK.”
Forgot we will be in New York on Saint Patrick’s Day.
“Will need to buy something green for each of us to sport in Greenwich Village.”
Carson pipes in, “Mom I packed my shamrock underwear from last year.”
“Thank Heaven something on you still fits twelve months later.”
Cars has grown six inches taller, a whole shoe size larger in the past three months, but his green drawers will still fit.
“Cannot wait to see the Frick, to walk my legs off and I will be avoiding green beer.”
“Keep praying Mom.”
“I found them. Get in the car!”
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Players risk their health and safety which everyone now knows can be life altering to have a brain injury. Owners make the millions because of the players. You can't just go get new players and expect America to still cheer.
Date: Friday, March 11, 2011 8:13 PM
From: Roger Goodell
Subject: Letter from Roger Goodell
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Dear NFL Fan,
When I wrote to you last on behalf of the NFL, we promised you that we would work tirelessly to find a collectively bargained solution to our differences with the players' union. Subsequent to that letter to you, we agreed that the fastest way to a fair agreement was for everyone to work together through a mediation process. For the last three weeks I have personally attended every session of mediation, which is a process our clubs sincerely believe in.
Unfortunately, I have to tell you that earlier today the players' union walked away from mediation and collective bargaining and has initiated litigation against the clubs. In an effort to get a fair agreement now, our clubs offered a deal today that was, among other things, designed to have no adverse financial impact on veteran players in the early years, and would have met the players’ financial demands in the latter years of the agreement.
The proposal we made included an offer to narrow the player compensation gap that existed in the negotiations by splitting the difference; guarantee a reallocation of savings from first-round rookies to veterans and retirees without negatively affecting compensation for rounds 2-7; no compensation reduction for veterans; implement new year-round health and safety rules; retain the current 16-4 season format for at least two years with any subsequent changes subject to the approval of the league and union; and establish a new legacy fund for retired players ($82 million contributed by the owners over the next two years).
It was a deal that offered compromise, and would have ensured the well-being of our players and guaranteed the long-term future for the fans of the great game we all love so much. It was a deal where everyone would prosper.
We remain committed to collective bargaining and the federal mediation process until an agreement is reached, and call on the union to return to negotiations immediately. NFL players, clubs, and fans want an agreement. The only place it can be reached is at the bargaining table.
While we are disappointed with the union's actions, we remain steadfastly committed to reaching an agreement that serves the best interest of NFL players, clubs and fans, and thank you for your continued support of our League. First and foremost it is your passion for the game that drives us all, and we will not lose sight of this as we continue to work for a deal that works for everyone.
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Friday, March 11, 2011
"You are either an activist or an in-activist".
I could not help but cry watching The Cove.
Richard I absolve you of your sins.
Sharing this story with the world creates change.
Thank you also to the wonderful filmmaker, Louise Psihoyos.
When the plot and scenes are this thrilling, I know you care.
Suspense is caring in the writing. ( Yes I wrote that correctly though it sounds awkward)
The ocean water running red with their blood as they sing in suffering, and the fishermen killing an infant is perhaps the most vile thing I have ever seen.
Then the Japanese bribe children to eat mercury poisoned mammals.
Third Infantry Spartans, at Fort Stewart - is home of many medal of honor awards. The patch is my reminder of all those brave men women and their children. Some wear red on Friday, some wear blue, I will wear both and pray for you.
I have kept Ryan in my good night moon prayers. He slept next to me on a plane ride. He was home from the war for the weekend to visit his wife and baby. His face glowed.
I asked him about his son and he told me this story:
“I have been away on duty for ten months. I wondered how my son would react to seeing me.”
“Oh I am sure he and your wife were excited to see you.”
“Yes it was a relief. I expected him to be shy or perhaps not remember me but he ran and tackled me at the airport.”
“That must have felt wonderful.”
“It was the greatest.”
“Loyalty, duty, respect, service, honor, integrity and courage.” I recite.
“Yes he is all that.”
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
This little bird whistle is amazing. My grandmother gave me one for Easter long ago and I am ordering a bunch for friends. I can be writing in the back yard and take a break to lure the mockingbirds down to chat with me.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Other projects on the burner: make the cover into a cartoon image. I am going to have cartoon images and put them in the “Rastobator” which is this wonderful program that creates larger graphics from small simple images. I am thinking Banksy, giant posters. Do I drop my name off the graphic for fear of city fines? Also working on convincing gela-skins to use my image as an ipad screen saver or rear cover as a universal sized plastic protector to give away at signings. If only I had unlimited budget for my creative guerrilla marketing ideas.
The office has been very slow. The more work I have in a day, correlates directly with how much I accomplish. If I am super busy, my writing is at the highest level of creativity. Why would boredom slow down the whole works?
So what ideas are you mulling around to get your work read? Do I drop my prices to allow more readers? Do I run a Facebook ad? Please go look at my Facebook book page: Toxic Assets and like me. This month’s contest is as follows:
Enter to win. “Like” my Facebook page and you will receive:
1. Opportunity to name a character in my next book after yourself or a loved, or perhaps hated one?
2. Dinner at my home in Laguna under the stars, bring your bathing suit.