Thursday, February 9, 2012
SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT by Joyce Hart
The form letter by Terry Burns
"That was a very nice letter you sent, very encouraging, even if it was a form letter."
Well, yeah, but he said it like a form letter was an evil thing that showed how little I cared. Quite the opposite. Instead of ripping off a fast "Sorry, not a fit for me," a form letter is something I have worked on for months if not years. I've taken the time to get words right, to say exactly what I want to say.
I have dozens of them, but that doesn't mean they aren't personal. I select the one that says the closest to what I want to convey, then I make whatever adjustments that I need to make to it to be exactly what I want. You see, the trick is to convey something a writer really needs to hear in order to continue to grow in their craft, or to have a better chance at success, but to do it without being discouraged. I'm not in the business of stepping on people's dreams any more than I have to.
It saves a lot of time, sure, but that isn't really the purpose. Just jotting off some note probably means some things are left unsaid, or maybe something is said that I wouldn't say if I thought on it enough. A really good letter takes time, more time than I have to spend if I am working hundreds of submissions a month.
There's a downside to it. When you take time to try and give someone some input like that a substantial number of them want to argue about it or explain to me the error of my way. Putting aside the fact that arguing with an editor or agent is not exactly the best way to interest them in working with you, if a person thinks I don't know my business and they have to explain it to me, why would they want me for an agent? If you have the answer to that on let me know, because I'm still working on how such arguing is a good strategy.
Taking the time to be helpful practically guarantees further communication. I've accepted that even if it does further fill my inbox. You see, I don't look on this as a job, I do this out of a genuine desire to help Christian writers get their words out there where they will serve the Lord. I gave up most of my own attempts at writing because I thought I could do more good that way.
So don't be insulted if you think some editor or agent sends you something you think is a form letter. Think of all the time and effort they have put into getting that message just exactly right.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Particulars and Universals by Andy Scheer
Monday, February 6, 2012
Hamster on a Wheel by Linda S. Glaz
I know plenty of agents and editors have received that very message in a hopeful query. "God told me to write this book. And He led me to your agency/publishing house." And therefore, the author should be accepted immediately and all should move forward at the speed of light.
Wrong! At the least, not necessarily.
Gads, we all want to believe that is what God wants for us, but just because he has given us talent in a field, we still have to develop it, cry, sweat, moan, and work until we feel we have nothing left but running on the wheel. Not that some folks don't automatically see success, but it is important to understand that often there are incredibly talented people who may never see publication. Never find the gold pot of coins.
You simply have to ask yourself, are you doing what is God's will for your life. If not, you might just be a hamster tiring out on a wheel, or, you might be missing the most important part--drawing closer to God to see what He intends for your life. What we want and what He has planned can often be polar opposites. And if you are miles from God's ear, how will you know if He whispers His will? Draw closer and listen; it might be an important break to take.
Be blessed all and happy writing...
Friday, February 3, 2012
Streaming Digital Books by Jennifer Hudson Taylor
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Some good news by Terry Burns
On the left is the cover for "Path of Promise," a book in the new Stitches of Time quilting Series from Abingdon Press, to release in February 2013.Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Would You Read On? hosted by Diana Flegal
Welcome to First Page Wednesday. This is a fun way to get 'over the hump' in our week and learn a thing or two in the process.
Please let us know if you would read on in the comment section below:
Scottish Highlands
July, 1599
“Will you stand there all day, Ronan?” she teased, flipping her long red tail of hair behind her shoulder. “Or will you fight me?”
Triona McAllister, the only daughter of Laird Douglas McAllister, and the most stunningly perfect creature that ever lived, faced Ronan over her little silver dagger. It was bad enough this had been his idea, but did he have to freeze up now that he had her there, in the garden, awaiting her daily lesson?
Ronan didn’t always loose his wits before her, tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth like a callow lad. He was a full score, for pities sake; and McAllister Clan Champion. But today was different.
“Are you ill?” Triona questioned. Her heavy lashes narrowed over moss green eyes.
“Nay,” Ronan managed, strangled.
She stepped up to him in her plum gown and bare feet, her boots having been discarded under a rose bush as if they annoyed her. Creamy lace peeked from under a bodice that curved gently across the middle of her breastbone.
Triona’s head came to his shoulder, and she rose up on the balls of her dirty feet to reach his forehead. She fingered his long hair away, placing her free hand over his skin. Ronan brushed her aside. He hated being coddled.
“I am not feverish,” he retorted.
“Hmm . . .” She cocked her head to one side and pursed her lips. “Perhaps you dinna want to do this today, Ronan of the Raven Locks?” Triona used her favorite nick name for him.
“’Tis not that,” he grouched. Sakes, not that. Her lessons meant he had her undivided attention. It was the best part of his day.
Ronan reached for her arm with a calloused, sword-scarred hand, then pulled away again. “There is something I need to tell you,” he said seriously.
Triona’s full lips turned down into a scowl too fierce for such a pretty face. She sheathed her dagger with a flourish and crossed her arms over her ribcage. “What?”
Ronan took a deep breath. She was going to make this difficult for him. Of course she was.
Last weeks First page for children of the age 7-11 was shared by brave author Diane Estrella. You can find out more about Diane and her writing at www.dianeestrella.com
Thank you for joining us today. We appreciate your comments.



