Bill Maher's New Rule: Nobel Committee Must Rename The Prize
Fee, fye, fowl, foam,
I smell a fool who's writing a tome.
Be it prose or be it verse,
I'll send his bones off in a hearse!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
The Reader-Writer Covenant
In a blog posted at HuffingtonPost, Randy Susan Meyers asks, “What is the relationship between reader and writer?”
Her answer: “I believe there should be a covenant between writer and reader. What it is that you, the writer, are offering to you, the reader? (Because I can't imagine a writer who is not also a reader.) Are you making a bargain with the reader and then keeping to it? Are you offering the reader the same qualities that you want when you're the reader? Are you offering them your very best?”
Alas, as someone who is going through the process of seeking an agent, I am painfully aware there are two other parties involved – the agent and, eventually, the publisher. Along the way, there must be offerings to them as well as to the reader. It is a practical matter: without an agent and publisher, the covenant between writer and reader cannot be consummated.
I say this after having been rejected by thirty-five agents (yeah, par for the course). I also say this after having received some confirmation that the reader – writer covenant is more than a figment of my imagination. I asked a former writing instructor of mine, who has published several well-received novels, to review my manuscript. Her reaction:
Wow! I have experienced the ultimate writer’s thrill: the visceral connection with at least one reader who loved what I had to offer. Even better, my writing instructor recommended me to her agent! (Alas, he doesn’t handle children’s books – which I understand, an agent needs to stay focused on what he does best).
Meanwhile, as I continue to query, Meyer’s observation leads me to wonder: what does the query letter have to do with the covenant?
Let me elaborate with an additional observation from Meyers’s blog: “I want books that have dug deep, whatever the genre, and proffer those best hours of my day…Magic happens when writers tell their personal truth and dare to let their ugly out. That's when a writer has kept their covenant.”
Keeping the convent, eh? Well, one definition of the word covenant reads, come together – furtherance of cause.
Maybe I am just whining or allowing myself to be too easily discouraged – yeah, I should wait until the fiftieth rejection before feeling that way – but too often I have felt disconnected from the magic of my book during the querying odyssey. A query letter simply does not feel like a good first step for coming together in furtherance a cause – if indeed my book could ever become a cause.
Sometimes, in my darker moments, I look at my query letter and feel like a huckster, trying desperately to please an agent, any agent! I’ll use the finest clichés, proffer irresistible emotional hooks (however irrelevant to the plot) and even invent a new literary device (can I patent that?) to further my cause.
Then I realize I am perilously close to abandoning the magic and truth of my writing. If I continue on this course, I may end up like the narrator in Robert Pirsig’s Zen in the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, when he says: “What I am is a heretic who's recanted and thereby in everyone's eyes saved his soul. Everyone's eyes but one, who knows deep down inside that all he has saved is his skin. I survive mainly by pleasing others.”
Sigh!
The Reader-Writer Covenant
Friday, October 8, 2010
One Hundred Years of Solitaire
The Demon pays homage to One Hundred Years of Solitude:

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| The world’s most talented and self-absorbed card player wastes his life. |
One Hundred Years of Solitaire
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One Hundred Years of Solitude
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Banned Book Week
The Demon gives a shout out to the American Library Association for their Banned Book Week project.
Banned Book Week
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
"The store exists for the reader, not for the publisher or the marketer.”
Here's a great article entitled, On Not Changing With the Times: How Manhattan’s Three Lives & Co. Bookstore Endures. The owner, Toby Cox, puts it succinctly, “the store exists for the reader, not for the publisher or the marketer.”
And that's reminded me, as I send out query letter after query letter, my book exists, not for the literary agent, not for the publisher and not for the marketer - it exists for the reader.
'nuff said!

And that's reminded me, as I send out query letter after query letter, my book exists, not for the literary agent, not for the publisher and not for the marketer - it exists for the reader.
'nuff said!
"The store exists for the reader, not for the publisher or the marketer.”
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Another book cover reimagined
In an earlier post, the Demon remagined a dull book cover. Now it's time to offer an alternative to the cover for Joel Osteen's A Better You:

Another book cover reimagined
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A Better You,
Book Covers,
Joel Osteen
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
The alphabet revisited!
Normally we use pencils to write the alphabet...
but what if the pencils were the alphabet?
The alphabet revisited!
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
A book cover reimagined
Choose a book about a dull topic...
Tweak the cover just a little and voila!
Isn't that so much more interesting?
A book cover reimagined
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Book Covers
Friday, August 13, 2010
George Orwell meets J.K. Rowling
Today, the Demon revisits a classic, Animal Farm:
Let's imagine a new version that combines the dystopian allegory of George Orwell with the magical imagination of J.K. Rowling...Animagus Farm!

Let's imagine a new version that combines the dystopian allegory of George Orwell with the magical imagination of J.K. Rowling...Animagus Farm!
George Orwell meets J.K. Rowling
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Book Covers,
George Orwell,
J.K. Rowling
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
Blandness
Blindness by Jose Saramago is a fascinating tale.
So why not pay a humorous homage with the following?
A mysterious plague causes everyone to lose their
sense of taste. Emeril Lagasse cries “Bam!” to no avail and
The Iron Chefs are reduced to nothing more than an
hour-long fury of cooking signifying nothing.
sense of taste. Emeril Lagasse cries “Bam!” to no avail and
The Iron Chefs are reduced to nothing more than an
hour-long fury of cooking signifying nothing.
Blandness
Labels:
Blindness,
Book Covers,
Jose Saramago
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