By Sky, member of Brand New Aspiring Writers
I sent out 7 new e-query letters for The Price of Freedom.
I know I've told everyone I'd stop after 2006 and seeing that's almost 2 years since my last batch--I thought I'd give it some limited tries and see what happens.
I completely abandoned the "traditional approach" to query-letter writing--seeing how all the old standbyes never worked worth a damn anyways; and just went with what I thought was a well-structured query letter.
3 pages total, but I gave it a personal touch to the whole thing: Kept the thing on track with what I was pitching, didn't rush it--gave the agent high points and some low points, but above all?
I think I did better this time around than I did last time. Last time, I didn't give one whit.
Pissed, angry, rebellious.
This time, I was a bit more sure of myself.
The Starchild (1,274 pages; $7.50-e-book) Release date: TBA
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Saturday, December 22, 2007
Sunday, October 28, 2007
By Sara, member of Brand New Aspiring Writers
I was at K.M. Ryan's site and saw a post about a poem that is trying to travel through the blogosphere.
The sound shook his bones,
like a cymbal
crashing fast against his soul.
A soul detached from mind and body,
shivering in the dark
and fearing the coming light.
He fled to a dingy back alley
and waited. A wind rushed
to meet him at the end-
with that terrible sound wound through it.
And all he could do was wonder if he remembered to lock his front door,
or if his memories would be taken away with his sanity?
He crouched down, curling into his grief,
the last line is mine.
Do you want to add the next line? Here are instructions to take part in this game:
It's a game of poetry tag. Be the first to post TAG in the comments. Then take these lines and add one, in a post on your own blog, along with these instructions. Whoever adds the nineteenth line then takes the poem to Poets Who Blog at http://poetswhoblog.blogspot.com/ and puts the whole poem in the comment section there. Each person who plays need to also mention what site you were at when you found the poem so that other bloggers can follow the breadcrumbs back to this poem. You can play more than once but not twice in a row.
I was at K.M. Ryan's site and saw a post about a poem that is trying to travel through the blogosphere.
The sound shook his bones,
like a cymbal
crashing fast against his soul.
A soul detached from mind and body,
shivering in the dark
and fearing the coming light.
He fled to a dingy back alley
and waited. A wind rushed
to meet him at the end-
with that terrible sound wound through it.
And all he could do was wonder if he remembered to lock his front door,
or if his memories would be taken away with his sanity?
He crouched down, curling into his grief,
the last line is mine.
Do you want to add the next line? Here are instructions to take part in this game:
It's a game of poetry tag. Be the first to post TAG in the comments. Then take these lines and add one, in a post on your own blog, along with these instructions. Whoever adds the nineteenth line then takes the poem to Poets Who Blog at http://poetswhoblog.blogspot.com/ and puts the whole poem in the comment section there. Each person who plays need to also mention what site you were at when you found the poem so that other bloggers can follow the breadcrumbs back to this poem. You can play more than once but not twice in a row.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
By Anna, member of Brand New Aspiring Writers
A Crease in the Sheets
A crease in the sheets
Looked just like your feet,
But I knew you had left.
So I straightened the bed.
Half-hoping to find
You were lying inside.
I imagined you'd say
That you'd got off the plane
You'd decided to stay.
Or that maybe, you'd say
That you'd had to return,
Or that someone had learned
That you shouldn't have gone.
But my image was wrong.
It was only the sheets.
It wasn't your feet.
Written by Anna Williams at age 32 Read more of her work at Free Poems
A Crease in the Sheets
A crease in the sheets
Looked just like your feet,
But I knew you had left.
So I straightened the bed.
Half-hoping to find
You were lying inside.
I imagined you'd say
That you'd got off the plane
You'd decided to stay.
Or that maybe, you'd say
That you'd had to return,
Or that someone had learned
That you shouldn't have gone.
But my image was wrong.
It was only the sheets.
It wasn't your feet.
Written by Anna Williams at age 32 Read more of her work at Free Poems
Monday, October 8, 2007
By Sara, member of Brand New Aspiring Writers
there’s no inner strongholds
left for surrender
no bunker I could burrow into
in myself
no hearth
no warmth
no happy home
no lovely soul
there is a vast echoless wasteland
withering within
and that
that is all there is
Read more of her work at The Shores of My Dreams.
there’s no inner strongholds
left for surrender
no bunker I could burrow into
in myself
no hearth
no warmth
no happy home
no lovely soul
there is a vast echoless wasteland
withering within
and that
that is all there is
Read more of her work at The Shores of My Dreams.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
By Jaime, a member of Brand New Aspiring Writers
A chipper, albeit pert,
“It’s custard, ma’am,
not ice cream”
on the side
with our milkshakes.
Clarification and caring
disappear, like us around the corner,
as we drive away,
me giggling
and making lewd gestures
with my straw.
Read more from Jaime McDougall at Write Anyway
A chipper, albeit pert,
“It’s custard, ma’am,
not ice cream”
on the side
with our milkshakes.
Clarification and caring
disappear, like us around the corner,
as we drive away,
me giggling
and making lewd gestures
with my straw.
Read more from Jaime McDougall at Write Anyway
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Carnival of Beauty
Others will seek consolation for pain,
haunting the wishbone moment,
numb to sense.
I turn into my own desolate soul, hearing myself
break apart-
unwritten
at the mental seams.
The repeated decrescendo
blasting against my ears-
screams echo and echo, echo, echo, echo,
until daylight broke.
Bless me, bless me, bless these wrists.
Mama, I think I am coming home.
Line one-Tiel Aisha Ansari with her lovely offering Rainmaker
Line two- Shakir Hasnain, a talented poet and friend, who wrote Mirror Writing, check it out. The first two lines are remarkable!
Line three- Shakir Hasnain who also graces us with another piece of his work,Flaw
Line four- Sara from Poets Who Blog
Line five- Sara's poetry blog The Shores of My Dreams
Line six-Skakir Hasnain at his third blog asks that you read the longing filled, exquitely crafted poem The Weatherman
Line seven- Rax, who never fails to amaze me, shares her poem Stitch
Line eight-KGT who shares with us an allegorical masterpiece, My Shameless Lion Pareto
Line nine-Sara with her third blog, non- poetry Aspiring Romance Writer
Line ten- Brian who offers a gripping poem called Bars on My Soul
Line eleven- Terry McDermott from The Shamgar Report with his poem Checkered Cloth
Line twelve-Sharanya Manivannan adds an international flair to our carnival with her poem Duende (The Gypsy Prayer)
Line thirteen-Soham Das, one of the latest poets to share his talent with Poets Who Blog. His line from I Am Coming Home, and all his work posted online, has its
Rights Reserved as per Creative Commons Attributive-Non Derivative 2007 License Soham Das.
Thank you to all the poets who took part in this week’s carnival and to Billy for running the Ringing of the Bards. All the sentence fragments listed above come from the poems that the poets submitted. They belong to the poet who wrote them. Thank you for letting me use them in this way for our carnival.
* if you believed you submitted to this carnival but was not included email me at IlovetowriteSMP@yahoo.com
haunting the wishbone moment,
numb to sense.
I turn into my own desolate soul, hearing myself
break apart-
unwritten
at the mental seams.
The repeated decrescendo
blasting against my ears-
screams echo and echo, echo, echo, echo,
until daylight broke.
Bless me, bless me, bless these wrists.
Mama, I think I am coming home.
Line one-Tiel Aisha Ansari with her lovely offering Rainmaker
Line two- Shakir Hasnain, a talented poet and friend, who wrote Mirror Writing, check it out. The first two lines are remarkable!
Line three- Shakir Hasnain who also graces us with another piece of his work,Flaw
Line four- Sara from Poets Who Blog
Line five- Sara's poetry blog The Shores of My Dreams
Line six-Skakir Hasnain at his third blog asks that you read the longing filled, exquitely crafted poem The Weatherman
Line seven- Rax, who never fails to amaze me, shares her poem Stitch
Line eight-KGT who shares with us an allegorical masterpiece, My Shameless Lion Pareto
Line nine-Sara with her third blog, non- poetry Aspiring Romance Writer
Line ten- Brian who offers a gripping poem called Bars on My Soul
Line eleven- Terry McDermott from The Shamgar Report with his poem Checkered Cloth
Line twelve-Sharanya Manivannan adds an international flair to our carnival with her poem Duende (The Gypsy Prayer)
Line thirteen-Soham Das, one of the latest poets to share his talent with Poets Who Blog. His line from I Am Coming Home, and all his work posted online, has its
Rights Reserved as per Creative Commons Attributive-Non Derivative 2007 License Soham Das.
Thank you to all the poets who took part in this week’s carnival and to Billy for running the Ringing of the Bards. All the sentence fragments listed above come from the poems that the poets submitted. They belong to the poet who wrote them. Thank you for letting me use them in this way for our carnival.
* if you believed you submitted to this carnival but was not included email me at IlovetowriteSMP@yahoo.com
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Brand New Aspiring Writers are honored to be hosting the Ringing of the Bards this week.
Fallen Words is the work of a yahoo writers group that is filled with novelists and poets who are striving to constantly improve their craft. We offer each other support and guidance. It's great to be able to extend that to a larger community for this week and to spread the word about poetry bloggers.
To submit to the carnival send the following information to IlovetowriteSMP@yahoo.com by July 20th. The carnival post will be up on Saturday.
1. The name and URL of your blog
2. Your screen name
3. The name of your poem
4. The URL to your poem
I might make one poem out all of the submissions, if possible, by taking one line from each poem. So be aware of that when you submit. Of course, your line will be credited to you.
Thanks for taking part in this carnival.
Fallen Words is the work of a yahoo writers group that is filled with novelists and poets who are striving to constantly improve their craft. We offer each other support and guidance. It's great to be able to extend that to a larger community for this week and to spread the word about poetry bloggers.
To submit to the carnival send the following information to IlovetowriteSMP@yahoo.com by July 20th. The carnival post will be up on Saturday.
1. The name and URL of your blog
2. Your screen name
3. The name of your poem
4. The URL to your poem
I might make one poem out all of the submissions, if possible, by taking one line from each poem. So be aware of that when you submit. Of course, your line will be credited to you.
Thanks for taking part in this carnival.
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