Local Authors Rock! Meet some fellow Arizona authors. As writers, we share many things in common, especially the passion for our story, a belief in the message, and the desire to connect with a lot of readers. Passion is key. Anyone who becomes a writer to become rich and famous needs to choose another avenue to wealth. Sure, many writers can and do earn a substantial living – but they are in the minority, rarely start out that way, often have multiple income streams, and generally publish multiple books to get there. Oh – and they have to write a really good book. Because I know so many authors, my life is richer. They inspire me to do better, keep writing, and remind me I am capable of more than I think. Hang out with passionate folks? You bet.
As a reader I love meeting authors, and as an author I love meeting readers. I learned many years ago that if you reach out to authors, sometimes they write back. I once received a hand-written note back. The clue is if they have posted their email or have a contact form on their website. Go ahead. Reach out to an author whose book you liked. The worst that could happen is they don’t respond. You might build a new connection or friendship. Remember, behind every book there is a real person who wants to tell a story…to you, the reader. Here are a few authors I have met. Continue reading
Watching a “One More Day” flash mob in Warsaw was the light moment I needed yesterday to break up writers block. This signature song from the long-running Broadway mega-hit Les Miserables, has been translated into 22 languages. In the spirit of something fun and not too serious, I’m including the link to a flash mob filmed in a shopping mall in the heart of Warsaw in 2011. Even more fun – I’ve been in that mall. For whatever reason I can watch Les Mis again and again, even if I can’t sing along in Polish. Enjoy!
If you still want Broadway fun in Polish, CLICK HERE for previous post with two fun videos of Mamma Mia! in Polish.
Have a fabulous day!
What forgotten stories in your life need dusting off and refreshing? I was rummaging for something in the back of the china cabinet, and there it was staring back at me, black, dull and dusty. As I shuddered to think of what Carson might say if such tarnish accumulated on any silver service at Downton Abbey, I pulled the teapot out for a closer look. I studied the scrolled handles and joints swirled in shades of grey and black and thought of the years it stood on my mother’s buffet as a sign of suburban success. Yes, a revival was in order. I think the result speaks for itself. What do you think?