Showing posts with label Janet Fogg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Janet Fogg. Show all posts
Saturday, April 8, 2023
Thursday, September 21, 2017
PROTECT YOUR VOICE
I'd like to offer a few thoughts about voice and editing.
There are times for rules and times for forgetting the rules. Craft is always something to master, even if only to ignore.
Despite my repeated warnings about adhering too obsessively to “rules,”
it’s still true that some of my editing clients have craft trip-ups that make
for tough reading. I see clumsy grammar
gremlins, over qualifying, unnecessary attribution to POV characters, cart-before-the-horse
descriptions, etc. They can be distracting and thus detracting.
None-the-less, your voice might lead you to break rules,
In my opinion, great
voice walks right up to the edge of troubled writing… That cliff and its risk make up the writing sweet
spot.
Write brave but keep clarity in mind. And always be careful to protect your
voice.
Remember: It may not be perfect, but it may be right.
Write well. All best from the Inkpot.
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Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
A Manifest Spirit
We are pleased to announce the release of:
A Manifest Spirit, The 359th Fighter Group 1943-1945
Relying not on recollections rendered imprecise by the passage of time, or secondhand reports which inevitably lose context, A Manifest Spirit instead presents observations from the group historian, base chaplain, and the fighter pilots themselves, recorded as they occurred during the conflict. The complex operation of a wartime fighter base, the deep satisfaction of a successful mission, and the heartbreak of waiting for pilots that never returned, are presented with the clarity that can only come from contemporaneous reports.
A Manifest Spirit is a tribute to the officers that gave the 359th Fighter Group its organization and direction, the enlisted men who made it work, and above all the pilots, 121 of whom made the ultimate sacrifice in the pursuit of freedom.
Available now from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other retailers.
Sunday, April 9, 2017
The Nightly Met
We had a blast talking about Misfortune Annie with Avery Anderson, host of The Nightly Met.
Thank you again, Avery!
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Monday, April 3, 2017
A Serenade to Die For
A sultry singer, her hunky ex-boyfriend, his stolen hot rod, a kidnapped father, and his priceless Aztec sword. The chase is on!
Available now for pre-order in paperback or ebook!
The Wild Rose Press
Amazon
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Sunday, February 12, 2017
Folio's New Book Written With Dave Jackson
Sister Folio and her collaborator have published a new book: Misfortune Annie and the Locomotive Reaper. It's a great read! It will be enjoyed by young and older alike. Here's my review I also posted it on Amazon.com. Buy the book. You won't be sorry!
Teen Annabelle Fortune, more aptly called Misfortune Annie, must stop a brilliant inventor turned killer.
Annie is a tough, smart-as-her-own-whip, old west Tomboy who thinks her biggest challenge is resisting an off-the-reservation Cheyenne suitor. But when lawmen, including mentor Wyatt Earp, think she has what it takes to catch the Locomotive Reaper, she must tug herself over and over from a quicksand of danger while finding the killer equipped with a hydrogen-powered flying rig and multiple ways of killing.
She is forced to work alongside Slokam, “cool as a snow-fed creek,” hater of “wounded bar music,” and not entirely trustable. She faces late night cold that makes one’s “bones feel like they’ll freeze up and snap in two,” informants with tempers like diamondbacks, skull walls, saloon shootouts, and narrow passageways (you MUST read the book to see how Annie deals with claustrophobia using a straw hat). On top of everything else, she must tame a runaway locomotive compliments of our sack headed doom dealer.
The book reads at breakneck speed from the moment Annie is lured into the job then left behind in a none-too-safe place. There’s a head-fights-heart angle and the intriguing question of whether nature will have the final word. I can’t wait until book two’s next adventure. Please, pretty please, Ms. Fogg and Mr. Jackson, I hope to learn where her father is.
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Friday, December 2, 2016
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Rocky Mountain Railroad Club
Presentations 'R' Us? Not exactly, but Dick and I have been putting the finishing touches on a new PowerPoint presentation for the Rocky Mountain Railroad Club. On February 16, 2016 we'll talk about Howard Fogg's art career and his service with the 359th Fighter Group during WWII.
Oh, and we'll share one of Howard's elusive recordings from his Talking Giants album!
The presentation is open to the public and starts at 7:30p.m. at:
Christ Episcopal Church
2950 South University
Denver, CO
See you there!
You can learn more about the club at: http://www.rockymtnrrclub.org/club.htm
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Editing Pelicans
I’m a casual bird watcher and in my SF work-in-progress I’ve included descriptions of several off-world birds, including their habits and song. I was once editing a chapter that included the description of one of “my” birds while also keeping an eye on several American White pelicans cruising around the lake. When they’re not dipping their heads to fish, I think the pelicans look like barges, sailing majestically and without effort past their smaller kin, the Canada goose. Flying, the pelicans tuck their necks and spread their wings wide, the black feathers on the edge of their wings accentuating the eight or ten foot wingspan – an exquisite sight. Yet a pelican’s ungainly beak, awkward stance on land, and humorous waddle made me wonder how I would “edit” a pelican if they were one of my creations, which lead me to the conclusion that I wouldn’t. They are fabulous.
I then considered unforgettable characters from several of my favorite books. Some of those characters are, of course, as handsome and sleek as a kestrel in flight, but most are not, and the characters that capture my heart and wring it inside out have to cope with multiple internal flaws or challenges and often a few external ones. Just like the pelicans, memorable characters carry on in spite of their awkward beaks or throat sacs, and frequently because of those beaks or sacs they save the day.
The pelicans reminded me that each character I write, whether hero or villain, needs to have his own story and character arc, and that loose skin and long, heavy beaks are interesting and appropriate traits for my un-edited pelican, which may be equally appropriate for a character in one of my books. “My” birds can’t all be swans and this is good. Hopefully, just like the pelican, they are unique unto themselves and memorable in their own fashion.
I do think though, that I might just have to give some future character a throat sac…
~ Folio
Sunday, November 23, 2014
My (Not so Secret) Graphic Design for Friends, Part Two
As I mentioned in my October blog, in my past life, when I worked full-time at a day job, I enjoyed graphic design, so I splurged a number of years ago and purchased Photoshop. Since then I've created graphics for my own books and short stories, including business cards, postcards, book trailers, posters, and ebook covers.
I've also enjoyed creating images for a few friends, and today I'm sharing more of that work!
Here's my most recent effort, a bookmark for Shannon Baker featuring the three books in her Nora Abbott mystery series!
Shannon Baker offers readers a deft mix of both important contemporary issues and the
timeless spiritual traditions of the Hopi. For those of us who hunger for
the kind of novel
Tony Hillerman used to write so well, this promising new
series may just fill the bill.
– William Kent Krueger, Bestselling author
of the Cork O’Conner Mystery Series
Then there's Paul Flanders and his novel, Aspire. Here's the full jacket for the paperback version.
On the earth plane Ernie Colstad, a high school English teacher, is grief stricken
when his favorite student commits suicide. On the spiritual plane, his two guardian
angels try to help Ernie find the fortitude to deal with the crisis and conflicts with
the school administration in order to improve his chances to transcend to their tier.
And here's one of Paul's short stories, Learning to Lead.
Oh, how I love books!
~ Janet Fogg
www.janetfogg.com
Thursday, October 23, 2014
My (Not so Secret) Graphic Designs for Friends
In my past life, when I worked full-time at a day job, I enjoyed graphic design, so I splurged a number of years ago and purchased Photoshop. Since then I've created graphics for my own books and short stories, including business cards, postcards, book trailers, posters, and ebook covers.
I've also enjoyed creating images for a few friends, and for my next few blogs I thought I'd share some of that work!
Paul Flanders has published a number of short stories, and here are three of the covers I created for him. Paul's novel, Aspire, will soon be available on Amazon. You can learn more about Paul and his writing on his website.
Then there's Dave Jackson's new book, On a Dark Desert Highway.
Newlyweds Don and Randi Bell spent their honeymoon touring California —a convertible, the ocean, wineries, seat-of-the-pants romance, and now on to Vegas for the grand finale. The stretch of desert proves longer and more tiring than either of them had expected and as night falls, lodging sounds wise.
Along comes a resort, glimmering in the middle of nowhere. At first, Randi and Don feel they’ve happened upon a best-kept secret because it’s crammed with bedazzled tourists, yet there’s no mention of this cheap and luxurious getaway on the internet. After a complimentary two night’s stay, pampered beyond their wildest dreams, the couple needs to get home.
Car troubles delay their departure then it becomes clear that messages to the outside world are being tampered with. The feasts and dances in which the guests partake are becoming increasingly alarming and by the time Don and Randi discover the horrible secret about the hotel, it’s too late.
Inspired by lyrics from the iconic rock anthem Hotel
With influences from The Shining and
And last year I designed and created a book trailer for Dave's Tattoo Rampage.
Hope you've enjoyed these peeks at a few of my now (not so secret) graphic design efforts!
~ Folio
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Heroes make me cry
I've cried many times for the men of the 359th Fighter Group, shedding tears for men who were killed in action 70 years ago. Capt. Wayne N. Bolefahr is one such man. Capt. Bolefahr flew with the 368th Fighter Squadron from April 1943 through 10 June 1944, when he was KIA. Last week I posted this text on the 359th's Facebook page:
"On this early 10 June mission, the only claims were an electric loco and several goods wagons strafed by Fogg and his flight. But this was the opening of an eventful day. The only mission actively resented by the pilots as “a suicide job” came up next: escort on the deck of four PRU (Photographic Reconnaissance Unit) P-38s to the Antwerp area. The PRU pilots said they had not been able to get any planes back from the heavily defended Lowlands. The 368th was ordered to take them in. Colonel Tyrrell, briefing, warned of the flak and told the pilots they could do little good attempting to intervene: keep the enemy off the PRU and let them brave the flak.
"But the compulsion of the West Pointer’s code of duty, honor, country led Captain Wayne Norbert Bolefahr, beau ideal of the 368th, to do more than that. As the squadron swept in over the Scheldt with the four P-38s they came under a staggering barrage: there were automatic weapons emplaced everywhere along the winding coasts and the railroads, the heavy guns were in motion at extreme slant ranges. Bolefahr, slim, dark, kindly, courteous, a soldier in whom the sense of duty replaced the killer instinct he totally lacked, felt compelled to intervene. He was there. The Air Force wanted the pictures. So all along that blazing route he flew in the van, firing at every emplacement, drawing the enemy flak while the camera-Lightnings went off to the side, making their low obliques. It was magnificent; it was also death. “Bo” survived until 1410, four miles N of Antwerp, when his aircraft flamed under a hail of hits and augured in from 100 feet. Tom McGeever’s P-51 was badly clobbered, too, but he got back to Manston. All four PRUs came home with, the group hoped, the pictures of whatever it was they wanted. On the way back, four locos were destroyed and another damaged, but it was a saddened group of pilots who sat numbly in the lounge at Wretham Hall that night, and the impact of Bo’s loss fell heavily on every man and officer on the ground side who had known him." ~ Excerpt from the June 1944 359th Fighter Group History report dated 4 July 1944.
"Bo" gave his life for all of us, for freedom for the world. Yet that costliest of lessons seems to have faded as people run faster (from home to coffee shop to work to the gym or school and back), talk or text constantly, and rarely pause to reflect on life, to cherish their myriad opportunities. I could easily rant about the evil that seems to promulgate itself in this world of ours, but instead I'll shed a few more tears and continue to quietly work on my manuscript while also sharing photos and stories about the men of the 359th Fighter Group.
I do hope, though, that the story of Lt. Bolefahr's actions that day made a few of you cry. After you've wiped your face dry, but before you pick up your phone, read another blog, or jog to the coffee shop, please take a moment to step outside and gaze at the high, blue sky. Then send a word of thanks to "Bo," and to all heroes.
~ Janet Fogg
Fogg in the Cockpit
Friday, July 25, 2014
I Blame my Brothers
I recently flew to Nashville
and thought I would download a couple of ebooks onto my phone to
read while on my trip. I perused many
options (you can't have too many books!), added a dozen or so to my wish list,
and eventually selected a zombie apocalypse novel and a new mystery based on
the world of Peter Wimsey created by Dorothy Sayers.
Then I sat back and laughed. At myself. Zombies and post WWII England! Could just as easily have been high fantasy and literary fiction.
I really do blame my brothers. When I was young, in the summer I regularly took the bus to the library, often with my brothers and sister. Books, books, books! I was in Heaven! We could each check out five books, and after I read mine I would then dip into those my brothers and sister brought home. I didn't care that the books were typically above my reading level or what genre they selected. Didn't matter one whit. I consumed those books! Pirates, pioneers, prisoners, or pomp (and circumstance). Fairy tales, adventures, science fiction, or romance. I relished each and every one.
Many years ago, when asked about my favorite books and the genres I preferred, I had great difficulty settling on just one or two. I read and enjoy them all. Sure, there's the occasional horror that's just too specific in its gore or torture scenes and I turn away, but that's a specific book, not the entire genre. And yes, too much technical lingo in a military thriller will sometimes make my eyes glaze over, but if I care about the characters I read on. And on, and on, and on.
So I want to thank my brothers and sister. I hold them responsible for not only improving my reading skills but opening my eyes to so many genres. And for sharing their books.
~ Folio
Then I sat back and laughed. At myself. Zombies and post WWII England! Could just as easily have been high fantasy and literary fiction.
I really do blame my brothers. When I was young, in the summer I regularly took the bus to the library, often with my brothers and sister. Books, books, books! I was in Heaven! We could each check out five books, and after I read mine I would then dip into those my brothers and sister brought home. I didn't care that the books were typically above my reading level or what genre they selected. Didn't matter one whit. I consumed those books! Pirates, pioneers, prisoners, or pomp (and circumstance). Fairy tales, adventures, science fiction, or romance. I relished each and every one.
Many years ago, when asked about my favorite books and the genres I preferred, I had great difficulty settling on just one or two. I read and enjoy them all. Sure, there's the occasional horror that's just too specific in its gore or torture scenes and I turn away, but that's a specific book, not the entire genre. And yes, too much technical lingo in a military thriller will sometimes make my eyes glaze over, but if I care about the characters I read on. And on, and on, and on.
So I want to thank my brothers and sister. I hold them responsible for not only improving my reading skills but opening my eyes to so many genres. And for sharing their books.
~ Folio
Monday, June 23, 2014
How the Sisters of the Quill came to be
Each Sister of the Quill was pursuing her writing dream independently in 1994 when, suddenly, she discovered kindred spirits walking alongside and linked arms. The group’s name only attached itself after Storm Petrel created an imaginary and tightly knit society of seventeenth-century penmen called the Brothers of the Quill for her current novel.
Storm Petrel struck up a conversation with Ink Pot at a Montessori School Christmas play, and discovered they lived in the same neighborhood. The core of an enduring critique group was born.
That spring, Storm Petrel spotted an unusual “Niwot” listing on Folio’s nametag at a Pikes Peak Writers Conference. They too discovered that they lived in the same neighborhood, and the fledgling critique group enfolded another kindred spirit.
We met Nib at a writing conference when she lived in the Nebraska Sandhills. The resulting e-mail correspondence paved the way for our daily (sometimes multiple daily) e-mail progress reports. Over the years Ink Pot, Nib, and Folio in particular became famous for hosting a party at each conference. Agents, editors, and writers shared the joy of their common obsession and became friends.
Because we were each at a different mile marker along the writer’s journey, we were equipped to help one another in unforeseen ways. Storm Petrel had been multi-published and her wisdom and willingness to share lessons learned has proven invaluable to her sisters. Now, Storm Petrel is not only putting the finishing touches on a carefully wrought, 17th century prequel to her Plumtree mystery series (Unsolicited, Unbound, Unprintable, Untitled, Unsigned, and Uncatalogued), an imaginative world of legendary libraries and nobility of spirit, she mentors high school students through the sometimes daunting and always complicated process of successfully applying to the colleges of their dreams.
Ink Pot was a literary writer who had been published in poetry journals. She apprenticed herself to commercial writing with a vigor that intensified over the years until she was writing a novel and a several screenplays in a single year—this in addition to being Mother of the Year in everybody’s book. She won nearly every prize offered in regional writing contests, and over her long apprenticeship has experienced all the agony and ecstasy an aspiring writer could know. As she acquired more and more expertise in the craft, she began to teach, first her sisters and then at conferences. Now she edits and presents courses regularly. Ink Pot is also known for delivering magical soup and sustenance of all kinds when her sisters hit rough spots along the way.
For more than a decade Folio had been getting up at ungodly hours of the morning to write by the time we met. She would rise daily at three-thirty or four to write for a couple of hours before heading off to run one of Colorado’s hottest architectural firms. Folio already had several works in her drawer, having served a long apprenticeship to fiction writing. She possesses a naturally effortless writing style that everyone just wants to keep reading forever. If you’ve read her first novel, Soliloquy, you understand. Folio is, like Ink Pot, an extremely detail-oriented editor and a topnotch brainstormer, and we relished celebrating publication of Fogg in the Cockpit, a collaborative non-fiction effort between Folio and her husband. Folio came up with the titles for all of Storm Petrel’s books after the first, including the unifying title theme.
Nib was cranking out chapters of an ambitious novel with great determination at the counter of her family’s feed store in Hyannis, Nebraska when we met. She is our action-packed, hot-topic thriller writer and has also served a long and fruitful apprenticeship to the craft. Several eventful years only served to make her more dedicated and prolific, and since publication of Tainted Mountain and Broken Trust she has already submitted the third in that series as well as what we hope will be the first novel in a new, long-lived series. She manages to turn out ideas and pages constantly, a real powerhouse.
Ink Pot, Folio and Nib have volunteered tirelessly at local writers conferences for many years, and are now famous in their own right for the generosity of their service. Storm Petrel’s modesty and gentle tenacity inspires all.
Sisters of the Quill. Sisters of the heart.
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Writing as a Business
Thankfully, tax season is behind us, but in early April I followed an interesting exchange of opinions about how the IRS might determine whether you, as a writer, are operating as a business and could (presumably) deduct expenses. I've seen similar lists before, attended one or two panels on the subject, heard suggestions regarding making a profit at least one year out of five, and so on. Of course tracking royalties is the fun part of this equation!
However, more than a few of the items on the "IRS"
list annoyed me. (Surprise, surprise.)
"Do you carry on your activities in a business-like
manner? Do you maintain a system to keep track of your expenses/income?
(Do you maintain a separate checking account or charge card for business
purposes?"
Yes and yes! I
win! Er, wait. This was just the first item on the
list. And while I'm not going to go through
all of them, I did think it would be fun (ahem) to rant about a few of them.
"Is the time and effort you put into writing indicative
of someone attempting to sell a manuscript for profit?"
"Have you generated a profit from your writing in prior
years, and was the profit sufficient?"
Yes, I've generated a profit. Was it sufficient? Hell, no!
Not if you calculate an hourly equivalent. Do I
care? Of course. But that hasn't stopped me nor will it,
though it would be nice to make enough to pay the mortgage. Every month. (Greedy, eh?
Wanting to pay the mortgage from my royalties. Every.
Single. Month.) In truth, earning that much would provide so
much affirmation that I wouldn't be able to stop grinning, which would, of
course, trigger unintended consequences. Children might run away, shrieking in
terror. My dancing in the street could
alarm our neighbors, not to mention the cows and horses in the field to the
east. And what about that dark scene I
need to write? I might not be in the
appropriate frame of mind to throw enough rocks at my characters, which might
keep that manuscript from selling, which means I wouldn't make enough to pay my
mortgage, which means I'd stop smiling, which means... Okay, going in circles now.
I have changed my methods over the years, but not to be more profitable. It was simple evolution. Writing first drafts on the computer instead of long-hand, doing more up-front plotting instead of my long (and beloved) habits as a pantser. Social networking. While it's true that I hope networking might entice a few more people to buy my books, I wasn't really thinking about bottom line profit. Sorry, IRS, to be absolutely honest, the answer is no. I haven't changed my habits in order to be more profitable. I've changed them because it makes sense, sometimes because it's fun, but also to help achieve my writing goals. MY goals. Not yours.
Enough of their list. How about mine? It would be short and sweet, starting with something along the lines of, "How often do you sit down and write? Virtually every day? As you also cope with a day job? And family? Then OF COURSE you're a writer."
Does our dear old IRS have those questions and that answer on their list? Nope. Just dollars and cents. I know, I know. My list is simply wishful thinking on my part. But remember, I do write fiction!
~ Folio
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Opportunities Abound!
In 1625 Francis Bacon said, "A wise man will make more
opportunities than he finds."
Sometime in the 1990s an agent said to me, "every
writer has to go through an apprenticeship, and writing a million words isn’t
unusual before achieving your first sale."
Let me reinforce her theory by mentioning that many of my
friends didn’t sell their first manuscript. Or their second. Often not even
their fifth. I sold my third but it took years and many revisions. It also took angst, anger, dashed hopes and dreams,
and tenacity out the wazoo.
Writing gentles my soul.
I thrive when I'm world-building and conversing with my characters, as
opposed to the negative emotions created by fussing and fuming about whether I'm
THIS close to landing the next contract.
So I've changed my approach toward the publication side of this crazy
business. I'm far more picky about who I
query, and when, because I'm excited to self-publish certain works. Is my changing approach caused by
confidence? Somewhat. But it was also created by understanding how
the publishing industry works and how fast it is changing.
Opportunities abound in our brave new publishing world. Let's take advantage of ALL of them!
~ Folio
Thursday, January 23, 2014
I Shall Thole
My friend Shirley gave me a word-of-the-day calendar for Christmas, and I look forward to each day's offering. Thus far, I've known most of the words, though I don't necessarily use them in conversation, and I've delighted in learning the few new words.
One in particular caught my fancy. Thole. To endure. I've tholed a lot in my writing career (as have most writers). Writing is a pleasure, in and of itself, but the occasional pat on the back has punctuated my satisfaction.
At first, those pats arrived from my friends in critique, for a lovely turn of phrase or sneaky plot twist. Then, there were contest wins with positive feedback. Later, when an agent or editor requested a full, I could wallow in anticipation for weeks. A "positive" rejection? Bring it on!
Just last week I submitted a query for a completed screenplay my husband and I co-wrote, and in two day (TWO DAYS!) the producer requested a full. Dick and I then spent two days (TWO DAYS!) running through our draft, fine-tuning this and that, before sending it off, along with the typical Hollywood release form.
Yet now, with a few books under my belt, the dream of having a screenplay optioned or receiving another book contract has made enduring the wait for a response different. Yes, I still daydream about a positive outcome for each and every query, but the fact that an experienced producer found our story concept intriguing enough to spend his time reading 100+ pages is, in and of itself, a pat on the back of enough magnitude to keep me smiling. If he declines? Yes, I'll be sad, but not for long. I shall thole!
~ Folio
One in particular caught my fancy. Thole. To endure. I've tholed a lot in my writing career (as have most writers). Writing is a pleasure, in and of itself, but the occasional pat on the back has punctuated my satisfaction.
At first, those pats arrived from my friends in critique, for a lovely turn of phrase or sneaky plot twist. Then, there were contest wins with positive feedback. Later, when an agent or editor requested a full, I could wallow in anticipation for weeks. A "positive" rejection? Bring it on!
Just last week I submitted a query for a completed screenplay my husband and I co-wrote, and in two day (TWO DAYS!) the producer requested a full. Dick and I then spent two days (TWO DAYS!) running through our draft, fine-tuning this and that, before sending it off, along with the typical Hollywood release form.
Yet now, with a few books under my belt, the dream of having a screenplay optioned or receiving another book contract has made enduring the wait for a response different. Yes, I still daydream about a positive outcome for each and every query, but the fact that an experienced producer found our story concept intriguing enough to spend his time reading 100+ pages is, in and of itself, a pat on the back of enough magnitude to keep me smiling. If he declines? Yes, I'll be sad, but not for long. I shall thole!
~ Folio
Monday, December 23, 2013
Zane Grey ignored this advice!
“You have no business being a writer and should give up.” Zane Grey ignored this advice. There are believed to be over 250 million copies of his books in print.
“The girl doesn’t, it seems to me, have a special perception or feeling which would lift that book above the ‘curiosity’ level.” With an additional 15 rejections, The Diary of Anne Frank was eventually acquired by Doubleday, who brought the translation to the world. 25 million copies have been sold.
“We feel that we don’t know the central character well enough.” Following this comment in a rejection, J.D. Salinger re-wrote The Catcher in the Rye, which has seen sales in excess of 65 million copies.
“Too different from other juveniles on the market to warrant its selling.” An excerpt from a rejection letter sent to Dr. Seuss, who became the 9th best-selling fiction author of all time.
“I recommend that it be buried under a stone for a thousand years." Shunned by major publishers, Vladimir Nabokov landed a deal with Olympia Press for his novel, Lolita. The first 5,000 copies sold quickly and the book has now seen estimated sales of 50 million.
My plan? Keep on writing. Edit, edit, edit.
Continue to pursue traditional publishing while I also self-publish.
Oh, and never give up!
How about you?
~Folio
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