Between the sheets I confess, to sleeping with books, covers spread open and waiting— they beckon, a fluttering of leaves like lapping tongues. Oh, their smooth embossed spines. The tawdry ones are good for a night. Rumpled, smelling of smoke, usually borrowed and broken. They’re anybody’s book, sorry, sticky maybe, used and returned. The worldly wise leave an exotic taste, others have the common … [Read more...]
Generosity and my own case of going a little viral
I've been thinking about the word "generous" and how it can describe the well-known writers who responded to my letter pleading for submissions to Solace in So Many Words. After all, if you have prize-winning books to your name, you don't need appear in a POD paperback edited by an unknown and published by an imprint with no track record. My guess is that they liked the theme of solace. But I know also it is because they are generous. I won't lie. I Google myself. A lot. … [Read more...]