• Bridge Ladies

    Bridge Ladies When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
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From Your First Cigarette to Your Last Dying Day

What I like about agenting is that it’s a three ring circus. Just as you sign a new client, or sell a new project, another client delivers a book, you go to a publicity and marketing meeting, or you get out your red shoes and go to a reading or party for a book just published. You’re there for the birth and baptism, the prom and wedding, the break-up and divorce, the death rattle and death. In my heart of hearts, I’m still an editor. I wonder if I would have lasted or gotten bumped like so many others on editorial row. I preferred being an editor because you’re closer to the whole gestalt of the book from editing to jacket to publishing plans. And I liked being part of a publishing team.Though I was also part of some pretty viscous teams. LOL. People trust editors. Agents not so much.

Are you an agent or an editor? A Jet or a Shark?

6 Responses

  1. “Are you an agent or an editor? A Jet or a Shark?”

    None of the above. I am a semi-rigid airship, a coelacanth of the deep.

  2. Editor. So much an editor. My red shoes are sneakers.

  3. I trust my agent, and I trust you Betsy.

    • Damhnait I just finished New Girl in Little Cove.
      I LOVED IT.
      It’s not often that a reader can be entertained and learn, (by entering a new world, so to speak), at the same time. Your characters are wonderful, your sense of place stellar.
      Betsy, this (new-start) book deserves a script. This book deserves the big screen with an award winning sound track.
      Again Damhnait, I loved it.

  4. I gotta buy me some red shoes babe.

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