by Wendy Hawkin | Oct 20, 2016 | journal, writing and publishing
This is what drives Indie publishing. I sincerely hope these letters were placed in files and not actually sent to authors. I really don’t understand what drives commercial publishing beyond money. To that end I’m going to a workshop tomorrow called “Inside the Mind of a Publisher” at Surrey International Writers Conference. I will let you know what I find out. My thanks to Kristen for another remarkable post.
by Wendy Hawkin | Oct 16, 2016 | journal, writing and publishing
Who wants to tour bookshops around the world?
via Weird and wonderful bookshops worldwide – in pictures | Books | The Guardian
by Wendy Hawkin | Oct 6, 2016 | journal, writing and publishing
I quite liked Scott Westerfeld’s Leviathan series. He’s real. He’s believable…as believable as you can get for Steampunk Sci-Fi. Check out his latest graphic novel series. He’s presenting it a few pages at a time starting today. A different way to read a story.
via Spill Zone | Scott Westerfeld and Alex Puvilland
by Wendy Hawkin | Oct 2, 2016 | journal, writing and publishing
Another thoughtful post by Kristen Twardowski at “A Writer’s Workshop”.
We often talk about books as escapes from mental prisons, but they have a place in physical ones as well. In US prisons, libraries play a valuable role as centers of entertainment and knowledge for…
Source: Benefits of Books in Physical and Mental Prisons
by Wendy Hawkin | Sep 15, 2016 | journal, writing and publishing
This is a lengthy and fascinating article about the beginnings of the fantasy genre and its melding with sci-fi. In the beginning was the word and the word was Tolkien. Written by K.E. Roberts: Editor-in-Chief of We Are the Mutants and a freelance writer.
via “And in the Darkness Bind Them”: The First ‘Lord of the Rings’ Paperbacks and the Making of Fantasy | We Are the Mutants
by Wendy Hawkin | Aug 30, 2016 | journal, writing and publishing
This one caught my eye. It’s an old question…where do you write?
I handwrite in the journal that lives beside my bed to capture dreams and bits of books and moments of spirit. But when writing it’s on my laptop in some kind of reclined position — not good for my body but needed by my mind. No music, no kitchen clatter, and definitely no conversations; only silence, perhaps pierced from time to time with the raucous cries of gulls. And before this, comes miles of rambling and rumination in my forest by the sea and voices on the wind. Writing does not happen in one single time or space.