Betsy, if you could tell us the author and title of that YA book, I can see if Greg can get the library system here to buy it.
It's forthcoming, Deena. R.L. La Fevers, THE FALCONMASTER
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Betsy, if you could tell us the author and title of that YA book, I can see if Greg can get the library system here to buy it.
It's forthcoming, Deena. R.L. La Fevers, THE FALCONMASTER
My creative writing teacher at Tulsa University was their Visiting Poet from Ireland. I don't really know what that means, other than that he took great pride in it and it was in caps whenever he said it. He tried to get a poem published in the New Yorker for about 10 years and finally gave up. Then, the year he taught my class, they wrote and asked him for one because he'd hit someone's list somewhere. He thought that was pretty funny, but, of course, sent it. He workshopped it in our class. I have no clue if it actually got published or not. I should maybe check on that.
eta: Betsy, I sent the info on the YA novel to Greg. He'll talk it up to the buyers for the YA section. It can't hurt and might help.
Wheeee! Just spoke with Ed Kaufman at M is for Mystery, and we have a booklaunch party date and time.
I'll post it up later. Happy!
I don't really know what that means, other than that he took great pride in it and it was in caps whenever he said it. He tried to get a poem published in the New Yorker for about 10 years and finally gave up. Then, the year he taught my class, they wrote and asked him for one because he'd hit someone's list somewhere.
That's pretty much what I'd heard -- getting attention from the New Yorker poetry editors is a lost cause until you're a big name elsewhere. It's like trying to get tenure in the humanities in Harvard -- they hire other people's successes, they don't tenure their own.
Garrison Keillor says he wrote for the New Yorker for a long time before they knew about it.
Go deb with the series and the getting the contract you want!
Woo with a double side of Hoo, Deb!!!
Oh, heyeah! on the no-joint-accountingness, Deb! In the parlance of the folk I live among, YyeeHAAAWW!
Rock on, Deb! Congratulations.
The party at my place tonight - not to mention the one Saturday - is going to be extra-happy now.
So pleased. So incredibly pleased.