publishing

One of the greatest gifts we can give someone is our undivided attention--a thought that whispers constantly in the ear of any author who respects their readers.

Behind every novel is a greater story of how it came to be published.

Besides,_ said Mr Norrell, __ really have no desire to write reviews of other people's books. Modern publications upon magic are the most pernicious things in the world, full of misinformation and wrong opinions._ __hen sir, you may say so. The ruder you are, the more the editors will be delighted._ __ut it is my own opinions which I wish to make better known, not other people's._ __h, but, sir,_ said Lascelles, __t is precisely by passing judgements upon other people's work and pointing out their errors that readers can be made to understand your own opinions better. It is the easiest thing in the world to turn a review to one's own ends. One only need mention the book once or twice and for the rest of the article one may develop one's theme just as one chuses. It is, I assure you, what every body else does._ __mm,_ said Mr Norrell thoughtfully, __ou may be right. But, no. It would seem as if I were lending support to what ought never to have been published in the first place.

Indie publishing lets me feed my inner control freak.

This is the cusp of an age at least as exciting and as brimful of potential as the early days of the printing press.

Apparently, my hopes, dreams and aspirations were no match against my poor spelling, punctuation and grammar.

It's called publishing. It's how smart people install new ideas into other peoples brains.

The hard fact is that writing is available to readers because of market factors as much as particular writing talent.

Between my first book tour, in 2003, and the next one, in 2009, many of the places I visited had undergone a significant transformation or vanished: Cody__ in Berkeley, seven branch libraries in Philadelphia, twelve of the fourteen bookstores in Harvard Square, Harry W. Schwartz in Milwaukee and, in my own hometown of Washington, D.C., Olsson__ and Chapters.

You were right the first time, Cathy. It was a stupid, silly story.Ridiculous! Only insane people would die for the sake of love. I'llbet you a hundred to one a woman wrote that junky romantic trash!"Just a minute ago I'd despised that author for bringing about such amiserable ending, then there I went, rushing to the defense. "T. M.Ellis could very well have been a man! Though I doubt any woman writerin the nineteenth century had much chance of being published, unlessshe used her initials, or a man's name. And why is it all men thinkeverything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain sillydrivel? Don't men have romantic notions? Don't men dream of findingthe perfect love? And it seems to me, that Raymond was far moremushy-minded than Lily!

Like Elmore Leonard and Donald Westlake and Robert B. Parker and oh so many others, I want to die with my boots on, facedown on my keyboard if possible, in the middle of a sentence.

I'm a professional writer and I consider it part of my job to publicise my work and these days part of that job is done online.

In the industry, trying out new genres is not always encouraged but what I've discovered is that as a writer, a jaunt outside my comfort zone generally brings new skills to the main body of my work.

For a writer it's a genuinely interesting and hopefully profitable era that makes a variety of books available to a variety of readers, extending both what's available and who gets to read it.

Almost every single thing you hope publication will do for you is a fantasy, a hologram--it's the eagle on your credit card that only seems to soar.

No matter how good it is, your book will not sell itself.

We have more choice than ever before about where and how we buy and read books.

There are two motives for writing a book: one, that you may save what you know, the other, that you may share what you know with the public.