I started a new blog, which I promise to be much more diligent about updating... There are more topics to be covered, but don't worry, publishing and kid's books will undoubtedly work it's way in there...
A struggling writer observes and navigates the world of publishing from the inside... And every once and a while blathers on about her own writing.
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008
My Girl Crush - Jhumpa Lahiri
My writer girl crush is Jhumpa Lahiri, seen here reading from her latest book of short stories, UNACCUSTOMED EARTH. I just finished it this morning and it's a truly amazing work of art. In fact, it's the best collection of short stories I've read since INTERPRETER OF MALADIES, which she also wrote and that in 2000, garnered her the Pulitzer Prize.
I'm a big, big fan and one day, hope to be able to achieve at least part of what she can - flawed, true characters, rich dialogue, stories that leave a lasting impression on the reader. She creates masterpieces.
Enjoy!
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Speaking of Nostalgia...
According to dictionary.com (ironic that as a book lover I've readily given up leafing through a thick dictionary in favor of bookmarking a website that will reveal a word's definition to me in five seconds), the word "nostalgia" means, "a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one's life, to one's home or homeland, or to one's family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time."
So, in embracing my nostalgic self I wrote a little piece about my dad. He's the type of person that one doesn't forget: loud, funny, and quite a character.
My father has always had a veritable chest of phrases I like to think he stores in his rather rotund belly, supported by two slim, limbering legs, and a sharp mind celebrated for its acerbic wit. When concerned about leaving enough time to arrive at the airport, or a movie, he will persistently ask, “what time are you leaving?” If confiding in him about a new relationship, he will question whether it is “hot and heavy.” When complaining about a friend’s insensitivity, he will affirm, “that’s not right.”
Many times my father has smiled slyly at me and whispered, “she wants me,” his head cocked towards the tall, slender waitress, a thick-waisted barista, or a blond woman passing by our table. Last year I lectured him about the danger of a diet latent with high-fructose syrup. His response was, “that’s fruck-ed up.” To this day, he refers to “milk” as “klim” and “fish” as “fis.” No one is sure why, but much to his first and second wife’s dismay, it never fails to make my older brothers and I smile.
Then there are the phrases a little girl never thinks of hearing.
“Your mother and I are separating.”
Shortly after I turned seven, my parents sat me down in the den of what would become solely my mother’s apartment, and broke the news. Although inside my stomach turned, I asked whether I was free to go, more concerned more watching my television shows in my room. I do not remember the exact look on either of my parents’ faces, but I am sure it was something close to absolute horror.
When I was younger, television was of the utmost importance; if anyone in my family needed to know when a specific show was on they turned to me. I was the TV Guide model of Small Wonder, able to announce the time, channel, and name of any show on basic cable between the hours of 8 A.M. and 8 P.M. Not even the break-up of my parent’s marriage could tear me away from Blair, Joe, Natalie, and Tutti on the Facts of Life. After all, it is where I first fell in love with George Clooney, twenty years my senior.
My father moved out soon after, to a cramped, furnished apartment on East 54th street. I saw him every other weekend and reveled in the microwave oven I had been nagging my mom to buy. With a few satisfying pushes of a button and a couple of high-pitched beeps, could I really turn a box of previously frozen chicken nuggets into a steaming plateful in under two minutes? How glorious!
After a brief reconciliation between my parents one summer, my father moved out again—this time to East 33rd street. He lived there for two years and permitted me to do whatever I wanted when I visited. I drank Raspberry Snapple morning, noon, and night, rented Wilson Phillips music videos I viewed for hours on end, and lived on Weaver chicken nuggets that burned my mouth, my impatience to eat trumping common knowledge to let them cool.
Some weekends we went to Broadway plays, “A Chorus Line,” and “Fiddler on the Roof” to name a few; others were for trips out to California and Florida to visit my grandmother. Still, on other especially low-key Sundays, I voluntarily mopped his kitchen floors and scoured the toilets, or holed up in my room, began to embrace puberty and the boy I liked by privately daydreaming of the moment when he would become my first kiss.
Every now and again my two brothers, entrenched in their own twenty and thirty-something lives, would come over to visit their aging father and much younger half sister. When I was thirteen I decided my father was lonely, so my brothers and I adopted two cats for him, which we ill-fittingly named, “Bonnie and Clyde.” Bonnie urinated on my father’s leg when he was in bed. Clyde hid under the couch the first night we brought him home and never reappeared until, months later, fed-up of dropping his sheets off at the cleaners three times a week, my father coaxed Clyde into a carrier cage beside Bonnie, and returned them to the shelter.
I am now twenty-eight and a lot of time has passed since the days when I used to dance around my room or subject my father to John Candy movies and Bobby Brown music videos. I have graduated from college, had four jobs, fallen in and out of love, and moved into my own, cramped apartment (without a microwave).
My father’s life has changed too. In the past fourteen years he has retired, lost his older brother to Leukemia and mother to pneumonia, also fallen in and out love, and recently, after hamstring surgery, began walking with a cane. He refers to the thick slabs of skin that hang from his neck as his “jowls” and brown age spots have begun to pepper his hands and arms. His new favorite phrase is, “you’ll miss me when I’m gone.”
A couple of weeks ago, I went to visit my father at his apartment. After the usual catch-up conversation, speckled with a few good-humored jabs thrown my way or his, we turned ourselves over to the television, which I still watch, but not with the same fervor of my childhood.
It began to get dark and when I looked at the clock it was 7:30, far past our normal 6:00 dinnertime. I asked my father if he was hungry and he nodded.
“There are some chicken nuggets in the freezer. I picked them up on the way home from my physical therapist’s office for you,” he said.
I smiled and went to the kitchen to make dinner. In under two minutes.
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Sunday, April 6, 2008
Rejected.
So I received my official rejection letter from a children's agent earlier this week. It wasn't particularly surprising, since I hadn't heard from him in months, but it still stung - I can't lie about that. In retrospect the way in which I received the letter was mildly comical. My boyfriend handed it to me - along with three bills and my latest copy of "The Writer" magazine - while we were in the elevator going up to our apartment. "Oh. This," I said, looking at the thin envelope on which my name and address were unsteadily printed by an aging typewriter. My first thought was that as an assistant, I'd never send a letter out in which the addressee's name is as high up on the paper as the return address. My second thought, having endured many college rejections thanks to lofty goals and a guidance counselor who provided no guidance whatsoever, was "this isn't good."
And so I read through the letter. Three times. Then my eyes welled, at which point my boyfriend rushed over to me and assured me that I am indeed, a good writer. And I am. Even the letter said that. Praised for my characters, my voice, the way I can draw out relationships between two people who exist only on paper. But my plot, I was told, may not be engaging enough for children. "Nostalgic," was what the piece was called. "How ironic," I muttered, since it takes place in a decade I never experienced, and in the South, a part of this country I've barely even visited, save for a two-day business trip to Nashville and a long weekend with a friend in Chapel Hill.
And so I placed the letter in my coffee table, resigned to filing it away at some point and filled up the rest of my evening with take-out food, old episodes of "The Office," and candy. The following day, when I returned home from work, I read the letter again. I expected I'd be angry. Or sad. Or some other feeling that in general, I try to avoid. But I wasn't. If anything, the 24 hours I'd spent drowning in emails, reality TV, and US Weekly, made me realize this - he's right.
Plotting is not my strong suit. I actually hate it. Characters, and their relationships, are. I'd be happy writing an entire novel about two characters talking - perhaps this is why I like "Before Sunrise" so much? But books also need to be about something happening. Perhaps if I my novel took place in some post-apocalyptic 1956, where my main character was no longer just fighting for her family to be as it "was" before tragedy struck, but also fighting large wolverines who were threatening to eat the whole world, it would have been accepted?
All joking aside, what happened was this: I was given a wake-up call to improve my novel. And so, three years later, I go back and start again.
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Monday, February 25, 2008
To Product Place... Or Not To Product Place
If you watched the Oscars last night you would've had to endure an additional two or so minutes of your time wasted on product placement--for the Apple iphone and the Nintendo Wii. It was over the top and ill-conceived, if you ask me. We're already subjected to what must amount to an entire hour of commercials throughout the too-long, too-boring show chock full of montages. Why can't I watch the pretty people draped in sparkly jewels who often make strange speeches (thank you, Tilda Swinton) in peace? Frankly, I'm tired of being bombarded with commercials and products and I work in marketing! This is my job! But it's inescapable now. By the time I've had three bites of my dinner I've been told I need to take Nexium and drive a Chrysler. I mean, remember when you there was only two commercial breaks during "Jeopardy"? One between the regular and double Jeopardy questions and another before the final question?
I can pinpoint the exact moment when I first became aware of over-the-top advertising. It was halfway through Men in Black 2, while Wil Smith and Tommy Lee Jones actually spend time in a Sprint store that just happens to be in the middle of the super secret, isolated bad alien bashing headquarters. I was appalled, though at the same time privately amused because if you're a former Sprint subscriber, you know that getting service in the middle of Manhattan was practically as difficult as overthrowing an entire nation of invading aliens, so the chances of Wil Smith picking up his phone to make a call from their HQ are pretty slim.
Since then I've become hyper aware of a marketer's efforts, from the consumer as well as the business side, which is why as both a person with a passion for children's literature and a consumer I was appalled to learn about HarperCollins Children's Book's latest endeavor in a New York Times article by Motoko Rich titled, "In Books For Young, Two Views on Product Placement."
Next year, HarerCollins will publish "Mackenzie Blue," written by Tina Wells, founder of Buzz Marketing - a company that advises other companies on how to market to the teen and pre-teen audience. Now, product placement - especially in books aimed at the status-symbol cravers we know as teens - is not new. But, Ms. Wells intention is for outside companies, like Converse, to be able to sponsor the book is. Yes, you read correctly, SPONSOR. As in how the Oscars are held in the Kodak theater in Los Angeles. Or the L.A. Lakers playing in the Staples center. Soon we could have Junie B. Jones' Adventures with her new Nikon 400 Camera!
HarperCollins isn't the only culprit. The article also mentions the experience of two authors who wrote, "Cathy's Book," published by Penguin in hardcover a few years ago. They worked out a deal with Cover Girl that led to a backlash of the highest order -- even from the new presidential candidate, Ralph Nader! Though it is always said that even bad publicity is good for sales.
"Cathy's Story" and "Mackenzie Blue" aren't the real problem. It's the fact that children as young as ten - or younger - are having brands forced down their throat. Is nothing, not even the blissful selfishness of childhood - sacred? It's no wonder kids are growing up so fast; that they ask for so much. Soon, they won't even be able to read a book without a corporate message, logo, or slogan. What's to happen to all those glorious kids who want to buck the norm? Who don't want to wear Citizen jeans, Uggs, and the Cover Girl's sheer lipsticks.
I'm sorry, literature should stay as just that. Literature. Not a marketing means forced upon kids via large media mania corporations.
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Labels: New York Times, product placement
Monday, February 4, 2008
Publishing. In Real Time.
After hopping around half this country over the past few days I took Friday off to recover. Part of this recovery, which consists of consuming ice cream bars and watching 'The Breakfast Club," also includes a little online pleasure reading, sometimes to be found on people.com. Other times I'm on nyt.com, where pn Friday night, while watching Judd Nelson be berated by an overzealous principal circa 1985, I came across an interesting essay called, "Waiting For It," about why it takes so long for books to be published after they're acquired by a house. As the article points out, let's face it, it is possible for a book to go from manuscript form to book form in under two months. If you haven't already read it, I definitely urge you to. If you can't or don't want to, here's the lesson to be learned.
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Tuesday, January 29, 2008
NBA (Nail-Biters Anonymous)
I think I've mentioned this before but I'll briefly say it again... On some days I relate more to my authors than others. Today was one of those days. Last Thursday after a stressful and somewhat contentious meeting, I did not. But back to today...
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Thursday, January 24, 2008
Marketing Yourself to the Marketing Department
Being a writer in the marketing department of a publishing house puts me in a somewhat unique position. I really feel for the writers who've poured so much of their heart and time into their novel or picture book for which I now feel responsible. Not to say that other members of the department don't. At the end of the day, we're all on the same team and want to achieve the same goal - to make money off the book. Obviously the more money a book makes overall will lead to more royalty payments for you, and more money for the house, which is what the marketing department is in place for - to generate sales.
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Labels: conference, library, marketing, publicity
Monday, January 21, 2008
Closing the Book on Fear
At around 11 p.m. last night I finally finished Freakonomics. Honestly, if you haven't already read it, you should, and I'm not necessarily one for non-fiction. But part of what drew me in to the book was the author's insistence that much of what currently drives American culture is fear. This isn't a particularly new idea for me. After all, I've spent the last seven years - as we all have - watching President Bush use fear as a reason to invade other countries and impart the American ideals he believes are so superior on others. Fear of terrorism, fear of an invasion, fear of nuclear weapons -- all clearly a means to institute torture as means of gaining information.
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Friday, January 18, 2008
Taking "Stock" Of My Writing Life Versus My Career
Like the ups and downs of the stock market as of late, I too have my highs and lows when it comes to my career and writing. What I’ve found is that these two facets of my life never work in tandem with one another. In fact, they all too often rail against each other.
I try to be the diligent, proactive worker bee that is expected of me and while I’ll be temporarily thrilled with an accomplishment (presenting well at a meeting or perhaps writing a “great” marketing plan), my work highs are short and in the past few years, occur less and less. I no longer revel in the idea that the copy I wrote was used for an advertisement or that the cross-partnership I sought out has led to an increased awareness of a series. Instead, I seek refuge behind a closed office door where I can be left to daydream about more creative endeavors, though only with endless energy would I really be able to achieve them after 5 pm.
So, why all this daydreaming? Why now?
Is it because I'm just a wistful daydreamer or challenge-seeker? Perhaps. Or maybe it's because I’ve worked at three major publishing houses and have jumped in corporate ranking from assistant to Associate Director in under five years. But what do you do when you’ve reached your goal faster than you thought you would? I guess the bigger question is: what do you do when you realize that the goal you thought you wanted isn’t actually what you want?
Being on the marketing side of publishing is, in my opinion, the least glamorous. Sure, the marketing skills I’ve gained will allow me to work in any industry I choose. Yet, in this industry, marketing is the last to be thanked for a job well done though the first to be blamed for spending too much money because often times marketing isn’t something that can be quantified, like sales.
The publishing industry is also notoriously tough on its writers. With the “bottom line” now trumping an editor’s creative ambitions one can expect little thanks in the way of money, and save for one’s hopefully wonderful relationship with his or her editor, little positive feedback (which isn’t to say that at meetings it’s not being said by sales, marketing, etc. – it’s more that with little time on everyone’s hands I’m sure that much of this praise is left stuck to the walls of dank conference rooms).
So maybe I’m a bit of a masochist. To venture out of publishing and instead dedicate myself to writing would mean going from one mostly thankless position to another, right? Except that in writing, I’m in the driver’s seat and knowing that others are reading a paragraph I wrote gives me much more satisfaction that running a meeting ever will.
So maybe to be a writer you have to be a little nuts. Who else would be banging on the doors of an industry that may or may not fall prey to an increasingly digital world populated by people who don’t want to read anything besides US WEEKLY captions? Writers. It’s a good thing I don’t trade with stocks because if one were to look at publishing as a stock it’s seemingly quite shaky, but I’d still be buying it up because I believe in the power of someone’s words – even mine.
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Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I'm an Acronym Loving Girl in an Acronym Obsessed World
So my bf (that's boyfriend) and I like to talk in acronyms. Okay, that's a bit of a lie. I like to shorten everything into an acronym and he begrudgingly accepts this weirdness of mine with an evident, though I like to think loving, roll of his eyes. For example, for us "play it by ear" has become PIBE (pronounced - PIE - B).
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Politics & Publishing
So the Michigan primary results are in and at 9:28 on this Tuesday evening, with only 43% and 44% of Republican and Democratic polls - respectively - reporting, the winners are already being projected. And they are... Mitt Romney & Hilary Clinton, two candidates who just weeks ago after losing in Iowa were downgraded from front-runner to underdog in record time.
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Monday, January 14, 2008
The Oscars of Children's Books Are Announced!
Today, in a ceremony not unlike the press conference that replaced the usually garish Golden Globe awards on Sunday evening, the American Library Association announced the 2008 winners of the Newbery & Caldecott Awards, or what are referred to within the industry as the "Oscars of children's books." Every year one Newbery Award for an outstanding contribution to the middle-grade (ages 8 - 12) genre, as well as numerous Newbery Honor medals, are bestowed upon the year's "best." Past award winners include such legends as Kate DiCamillo, Ann M. Martin, Lois Lowry, and Katherine Paterson to name a few, as well as newcomers, like 2005's winner for Kira-Kira, Cynthia Kadohata, and last year's The Higher Power of Lucky author, Susan Patron, whose win caused murmurs in the major houses. I remember more than a few raised eyebrows and polite, yet perplexed whispers of, "who?" and "did you read that book?" floating around the conference room where my co-workers and I watched the live telecast. It didn't help that soon after the ceremony ended we all found out that Susan used to be a former librarian causing conspiracy theories to abound.
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Labels: Caldecott Award, Newbery Award
Duality - In Publishing And In Life
On Friday I spent a rather painful fifty minutes at my therapist's office moaning about something or other (well, I know, but I cannot reveal it here!) before she spoke about the conflict within all of us - or the duality - of striving towards both independence and dependence. I took her words to heart and applied them to the situation in question, but over the past 48 or so hours I've been thinking about this conversation in relation to my career.
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