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The Little Mermaid
By Jerry Pinkney. Hans Christian Andersen's tragic fairy tale is reconceived by acclaimed author-illustrator Pinkney as an empowering fable about friendship, exploration, and the power of a girl's voice. Lush paintings in gold and blue tones, featuring Black characters, make this one of the most delightful retellings of a famous story. Definitely superior to the Disney version, or at least an essential text to have on hand when your child watches the movie.
My First Book of Haiku Poems
Translated by Esperanza Ramirez-Christensen, illustrated by Tracy Gallup. This artistically designed, bilingual picture book features 20 poems by Japanese haiku masters such as Issa and Basho. Each poem has breathing room in its own two-page spread featuring the original Japanese verse (in script and Romaji), Ramirez-Christensen's translation, a dreamy painting reminiscent of Magritte's surreal images, and a prompt for imaginative reflection on the pairing of art and text.
The Book Rescuer
By Sue Macy, illustrated by Stacy Innerst. This inspiring picture-book biography of Aaron Lansky, founder of the Yiddish Book Center in Amherst, Massachusetts, is enhanced with Chagall-inspired paintings of Jewish history. A good story in its own right, the book can also prompt educational conversations about heritage and assimilation, for children of Jewish and non-Jewish backgrounds alike.
Comma
By Harris Gardner
"A woman once said to Flaubert, I wrote
twenty thousand words today, what did you do?"
Flaubert replied: I removed the comma that I put in last week."
A comma tiptoes into all our lives.
We pause as we pursue our sentence.
No comma burrows within the bones.
A comma constricts the breath
When winter's hand grips the throat.
A comma fish hooks your gut
When the burden snags you in the net.
A comma slow motions your dreams
That drip through intravenous tubes.
A comma gnaws through the ropes after death.
The voice of the bell peals, then pauses.
Tinnitus
By Barbara Regenspan
1
The cicadas come to me
at three in the morning.
The trees
are inside the room,
hiding in darkness.
The dust on the floor
belongs now
as particles of soil,
until morning
when they'll reclaim their soul
as dirt.
2
He said, there are crystals in your ear.
I can break them up with one painful tweak.
He did; they didn't.
He said, your mind is stretching to hear
what it used to—and can no longer—
so it generates sound to fill the silence.
3
She knows now: on its way out,
everything is vibrating; hear it
and try not to answer. Let it stand in
for the last beautiful word.
Navigation
By Mark Fleisher
As we age, some
glide gracefully,
others stumble
headlong or
feet first
into this new space
Leaf through
the memoir
of the mind,
clear the dust
from old souvenirs,
recall the
master plan
derailed by
unanticipated
events, some
of your
own creation
Remember the voyage,
once smooth,
later blown
off course
but managing
to steer through
troubles without
running aground
Travel along
the path, suddenly
knocked off stride
onto the shoulder,
the loose gravel
bruising the ego,
scraping the psyche
Where we are taken
where we find ourselves
destinations never
imagined when
we sailed
the glass sea or
walked the
unimpeded way
We learned
to play
the hand
as dealt,
still wary
for hornets
are everywhere,
poised to plunge
stingers through
trusting innocence
Weird Old Book Finder
This quirky search engine designed by tech writer Clive Thompson browses Google Books to show public-domain books from the 18th century to the 1920s, one at a time, based on your search terms. Rather than a straighforward research tool, it's a vehicle for finding unusual texts and illustrations to spark your imagination. Before using it, read Thompson's blog post about how to get the most out of your search.
Rhyme Zone
Rhyme Zone is a free, simple search tool that suggests rhymes for any word you type in. Suggestions are grouped by syllable count, and include a list of synonyms and an example of a rhyming verse or song lyric that uses your word.
Survivor Stories: It’s On Us
Survivor Stories is a project of It's On Us, a national movement to end sexual assault, and the group End Rape on Campus. This free online forum offers a supportive space to post personal stories of sexual abuse and trauma recovery. Stories are searchable by theme, gender, and orientation. The site includes grounding activities to help with the emotional impact of reading the stories.
Children’s Writer’s & Illustrator’s Market 33rd Edition
"In this book, you'll find more than 500 listings for children's book markets, including publishers, literary agents, magazines, contests, and more. These listings include a point of contact, how to properly submit your work, and what categories each market accepts." Published on January 11, 2022 by Writer's Digest Books.
To Everyone Who Wants Me to Read Their Writing and Tell Them What to Do
In this 2022 blog post, publishing expert Jane Friedman talks about the benefits and limits of asking for feedback as a beginning writer. The takeaway: perseverance and passion are more important than any one person's opinion. "If I were to tell you today that your project is a waste of time, would you abandon it? If so, perhaps it's best that you did. To keep writing in the face of rejection is required of every professional and published writer I know."
Google Fonts Knowledge
Google Fonts is a library of 1,357 free licensed font families and APIs for convenient use via CSS and Android. The Knowledge page adds advice about different font styles and how to choose the one that works best for your project. Learn readability tips regarding line height, kerning, contrast, and more.
On Building a Poetry Manuscript for Publication
In this 2021 blog post from Cincinnati Review, poet and editor Sean Cho A. breaks down the screening process for contests and open reading periods, and suggests how to structure the beginning and end of your manuscript to showcase major themes. Sean Cho A. is an editorial assistant at Cincinnati Review's Acre Books imprint and the winner of the Autumn House Press chapbook contest for American Home.
Writer’s Digest Guide to Literary Agents
This annual directory from Writer's Digest lists over 1,000 agents who represent writers and their books.
Tecfidera
By Tamara Kaye Sellman
I
One. Two. Three. Four. Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat.
You walk the back road, the trail, the high school track,
take the stairs two by two, arms attuned to hips in motion,
warm, loose and fluid, controlled. Fingers tingle, balance
veers always to the left, your ears filled with tinnitus opera.
The crown of your head tilts, spilling the leftover fairy dust
of chi from the nape of your neck. Always, there is extra,
the spoils of energy gained, then lost in the act of living.
II
The commercial shows a woman who is you, but you are
not an actor. She moves through the acts of her life:
in Spring, striding as a speedwalker; in summer, diving
into the blue of a pool, crawling stroke over stroke to
the other side; then, in the autumn, riding a Ferris wheel
at the county fair. A man in the hovering bench next to her
brandishes the turquoise capsule: Elixir of Tecfidera,
a diamond ring for her to swallow at the top of the carnival.
III
Each dose more than a hundred dollars. Twice a day, every
day. The promise to stay the march of T cells consuming
the memory of muscle, the glimmer of crystalline thought,
the music of speech, all that is you, without discrimination.
You gird yourself with fried eggs, tuna fish in oil, bananas
and peanut butter at every meal to coat your gut so you can
swallow chemotherapy whole, survive its secondary insults
in order to take your walk, climb your stairs, live your life.
IV
Today it is stadium steps, cold gray concrete. Two by two,
breathe in, breathe out. Your body, a metronome tuning
its efforts to thwart the random violence of astrocytes
turned against you, chiseling, faceting, cauterizing both
the white matter and the gray. Moving the body mobilizes
blood factors, strengthens the myelin sleeves of neurons,
feeds oxygen to the factories of the mitochondria, makes
efficiency of glucose so your brain doesn't trip its circuits.
V
The chipped amber paint on the edge of each step evokes
that first week of track season every year in high school.
Shin splints and Icy Hot. Paced breathing to fuel muscles.
This was decades ago, but just last night you dreamed of
running. The air inside your lungs didn't burn. Your muscles
like soft pulled taffy, your gait a weightless dance of
forward motion. Today, you try to run. Footfalls wobble,
threaten to shatter in seconds your contractured ankles.
VI
The promise of a pill. Many tolerate it less than the daily
bee stings administered at one of seven injection sites,
tattoos using needles dripping the ink of recombinant DNA.
You covet your capsule, your personal Hope Diamond.
Three years now, you've since become the pill popper
the small-town grocery clerk disparaged while ringing up
your soy milk. Her cure for everything is your poison, says
your apologetic naturopath. Breathe in, breathe out.
Contracts for Creatives: A Glossary
At the Alliance of Independent Authors' self-publishing advice site, this guest column by intellectual property lawyer Kathryn Goldman breaks down the meanings of common terms in a publishing contract.
A Given Grace: An Anthology of Christian Poems
This e-anthology edited by Singaporean poets Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé and Eric Tinsay Valles was launched to commemorate the Philippine quincentennial and Singapore bicentennial of Catholicism in 2021. Free to read online, this collection's 100 contributors from around the world include well-known authors such as Diane Glancy, G.C. Waldrep, and Paul Mariani.
Vispo: Langu(im)age
Vispo, or visual poetry, is an art form that explores the visual patterns of written language, with an emphasis on appearance over meaning. This site showcases examples of vispo in images, videos, and even a computer game ("Arteroids" by Jim Andrews) where players shoot text fragments with other texts.
Flood Delusion
By Rosanne Dingli
In his sleep it comes through pipes and gutters. Spurt Gush
It runs; like in a burst aqueduct bearing weight; litre per kilo
Heavier than the tractor in the barn, fleeting as hay batches donated to feed
His cows. Gout Spout
It comes; over the north fence. Changing his world, changing levels and notches
On termite-eaten four-by-fours marked for decades with dates of past floods;
Over the tombstone in the far paddock where Horrie lies, buried with his gun.
Flow Run Past night windows it eddies; swirls, smelling
Of grass and dung and crushed foliage from gums at the Five Mile
It comes. Whirling and pooling up coronet, fetlock, hock of the last horse standing
Of a team of six. Up gaskin and ergot, over forearm and knee of
A long-suffering mount raising its muzzle
In alarm at the change, the shift, the sudden downpour sheeting
From skies purple with possibilities, with relief. Stream Rush
Remnant streaks of a white sunset turned orange. Orange with silhouettes
Of mill and trees cut from carbon; singed with the soot of flames so close
They warped the gate. That gate Horrie fashioned from lengths of pipe
Welded roughly in the half-light of the shadowy barn
The day he declared he'd never seen it so parched and dry. So hopeless
He took off to the crags and never came back.
Thank crikey he cannot see it now. Rush Surge
Torrents reel against the house, peel away cladding where
Nails were never enough. Where bins and dog bowls are carried away
By current and wave; rise, bounce, wallow. Disappear
Into a creek so swollen it is the stuff of dreams. Dreams
Spurt Stream Steam Dream
Wake, wake to chalky sensation of dry tongue, dulled eyes;
To red red dust and gusts through glass louvres curling eyelashes
With latent heat. Singe Scorch
No change, no change. It's the auction brought this on; hammering head and gut
With figures, totals, sums so poor he swore. Perhaps it's not worth seeing them
Trot, clatter over a ramp onto rivals' trucks,
His cows.
But better than taking the tractor to them, bucket spannered on
With desperate fingers; shake, tremble. Dry as bone. Dry
As horns on a carcase skull going white out there. Ah—better, he knows,
Than piling them for a fire. Out there where two dams are dams no more,
Where silent creek and ghastly memory of fish kills
Assault the mind's nostrils like a plague. And sand pours through fists like water.
Water? Water? No such thing. The future Horrie foretold,
Of water politics and water war is upon them,
Searing, branding onto hide and soul this symbol of desolation.
Two waves, once the emblem of the farm
Now signifies not water, but steam; heat miraging a prospect of fear
As obvious, as blatant as that in their eyes as they climbed that ramp
His cows.
But in his dreams, it flows. Every night a flood to bait and tempt,
Tantalize and bruise, to prove
He cannot help but dream. Rush Splash
Bianca Stone’s Poetry Comics
Writer and artist Bianca Stone's poetry comics, published by Factory Hollow Press, are free to read on her website. These surreal assemblages of ink drawings and collage art incorporate and enhance her evocative lyrics.
Ebook Launch
Founded in 2011, Ebook Launch is a self-publishing services company. They offer proofreading, copyediting, and interior and cover design for your self-published book. Their prices, though not cheap, are clearly stated up front, and their cover designs are professional-looking and unique for each book. It's worth investing in good design to make your book stand out.
The New Amazon
By Linda Neal
Both male and female,
cut down the middle,
this half the man—
she points to her bony chest
this half the woman—
she touches the breast that remains
above the flat plain of her body and
says her essence contracts
to contain the pain, she's freed
from expectations of joy.
She embraces the dance with chemotherapy,
eats brown rice and fish
and flies to a guru in a far-off land.
She grows accustomed to the loss.
She's no region for milk, her body
shrinking to make room for more loss.
The hour of the new amazon
to step forward has come—
with a warrior's bow drawn,
against her flat chest.
She cultivates her garden
and pulls stray weeds from her life,
grabs at words,
rock, ocean, tree
and prays she'll make sense
of her body parts, uncover a truth
greater than medical mythology
or phallic dominion. She'll reach
for the life within the life,
as she traces the outline of one aureole
with her fingertip—
the rich mandala that remains.
While I’m Sleeping
By Gary Greene
I imagine
that as I sleep at night
she may come to sit in her chair
or lie on her couch,
so I leave on a superstitious light
and ensure both are clear,
as there's nothing to be gained
by upsetting a ghost.
So my heart doesn't break
completely,
I made up a rule
and that is
she can't allow me to see her.
I haven't worked out why,
exactly,
but it must be true,
as I haven't.
I check for impressions
from time to time,
but there are only the marks
left by my own hand
where I've smoothed the velour,
which I do
to make it easier to see
some errant sign she might leave,
never on purpose,
as (another rule)
that's not allowed either,
but maybe,
one early morning
a tear will slide down her cheek
unnoticed
as she hurries to depart
when she hears me
quietly coming down the stairs,
and in her haste
a small, damp spot
will be admitted into evidence.
Significant Objects
DIAGRAM Magazine editor Ander Monson and his creative writing students created this series of impressionistic short pieces inspired by cheap knickknacks from thrift shops.
Carrd
Carrd is a free, simple tool for building one-page websites that display well on both desktops and mobile devices. The premium package, which is only $19 per year as of 2021, lets you add features such as contact and signup forms, Google Analytics tracking codes, and payment-processing widgets (Stripe, PayPal, etc.).
On Writing Fat Characters
In this Craft Capsule column from Poets & Writers, fiction writer Christopher Gonzalez (I'm Not Hungry but I Could Eat) talks about being true to the interiority of fat characters, portraying their bodies in respectful ways, and pushing back against the default image of queer men as white and muscular.
This Time Last Year
By Pamela Sumners
This time last year a neighbor who always lingers
to talk asked me if we'd noticed the silence of the
chimney swifts and the nighthawks lately. I had not.
This year, with no hum of traffic, with just the shrieks
of little girls in their speckled-egg Easter leggings
tramping the fenced back yard, I do breathe in the full
orchestral range of the birds: the grackles with their
puffed-out pipe whistle plunging so rapidly deep
into a guttural caw, the chimney swifts' high-toned
chattering, able to call out while still on the wing,
foraging my deck for seeds, battling each other but
sharing with the sparrows. Their claws unfit for perching,
swifts lurch straightaway and bathe by doing a water glide
in flight, their pond in this case a blue plastic wading pool
we keep for the dogs. The swifts cling to the mortar joists
to roost overnight or for nesting, remembering the caves,
the sheer, creviced rock faces jutting over rivers,
the hollowed-out trees where their ancestors foraged. This
is a neighborhood of old trees, of houses with chimneys,
of Olmsted parks and meet-me-in-St. Louis wrought-iron
pickets, a perfect place for the little smudge-gray flyer,
with its cigar-shaped silhouette in flight and its fluid
sweep. They greet the surging dawn like fish singing
into the reef. Sometimes they've been seen in small flocks
funneling themselves into the flues like infinitesimal
tornados. They memory-hoard the dark, the cavernous
seclusion of primordial home, love their splendid isolation
in a way that the tenders of lawns, peddlers of provender,
the neighbor instinctually leaning over the fence to you, cannot.
They do not know that the chimney owners are living through
a goddamn featherstroke of history, now nesting with them, awake.
The Hive Index
The Hive Index is a directory of 900+ online communities, searchable by keyword. Use it to find writing and publishing discussion boards on social media, or to join groups on a topic that you're writing about.
On (Not) Tracking Movement
In this 2021 essay in in CRAFT Literary, fiction writer and teacher Mike Goodwin advises eliminating mundane action from your narrative. Too many beginning writers waste space with step-by-step descriptions of routine behavior, without using those moments to reveal character or plot. Using the work of minimalists like Raymond Carver as examples, Goodwin breaks down how to write a straightforward scene where every detail counts.
The True
By Sarah Kornfeld. A darkly humorous cautionary tale for the post-truth era, this work of narrative nonfiction recounts Kornfeld's quest to comprehend the life and death of her former lover and mentor, renowned Romanian theatre director Alexandru Darie. Passionate and enigmatic, Darie was generous with his attention but secretive about the alcohol abuse and political trauma that fatally affected his health. Visiting Romania shortly after his death in 2019, Kornfeld falls under the sway of a volatile young woman who claims to have been his girlfriend. The onset of COVID in early 2020 adds another layer of distance and mystification to their correspondence, as Kornfeld, back in America, becomes enmeshed in elaborate online negotiations to produce a book and TV series about Darie. When the whole enterprise is revealed to be a hoax, Kornfeld must face how grief led her to search for answers where there were none—a parallel to her country's plunge into simplistic conspiracy theories and quick-fix politics.
CountWordsFree
Traditional word-processing software will count the words in your document, but this functionality is harder to find for PDFs and other electronic document formats. CountWordsFree is an online program that fills this gap.
How to Make a Zine
Zines are self-published, limited-edition miniature magazines, often illustrated or multimedia. They have long been popular with independent authors, fandom communities, and grassroots political movements. This article from My Modern Met, a creativity and lifestyles website, demonstrates the materials, layout, and binding options for an attractive and easy-to-make zine.
Pine Trees in Tennessee
By Ruth Thompson
Slow down now. Slow down and sit and breathe. Open your eyes to what is around you! Be in love. Be here....Yes.
We are a grove. This is a word that we like. Grove.... Grove.... Grove. It's a slower word. And this slow respiration groves us, and you with us.
And in the background the showingoff happysong mockingbird! Not showing off as the phrase means, but throwing the gold of song into the air for all to enjoy.
This is what he does, for no reason but to have fun!
Here it is again, Ruth, what we are saying, over and over:
All is for no reason. It is for pleasure. It is for itself knowing itself.
Just throw the gold. Just sing for pleasure, for pure joy.
You have been purposed so much all your life. You have been so earnest! But we say: Fire enjoys fire. Snow enjoys snow. Rock enjoys rock. Wind enjoys wind. Storm enjoys storm. Bird enjoys bird.
All, all in body and not in body, enjoy Being.
This is not a lesson, Ruth, you already know this. It is a practice.
When You Write
Editor Jessica Majewski reviews technical tools for writers and offers productivity tips at her website When You Write. Check out her recommendations of the best keyboards, dictation software, grammar-checking programs, editing services, and more.
Koss Web Design
Poet and illustrator Koss, a winner of our Wergle Flomp Humor Poetry Contest, is also an accomplished graphic designer who creates logos and websites for writers. See examples of her site designs here and here (logo and website). She also redesigned the Ventura County Poetry Project site and managed their social media.
oTranscribe
oTranscribe is a free web app that makes it easy to transcribe recorded interviews, readings, and lectures. The finished product, with interactive timestamps, can be exported to Google Docs, plain text, or word-processing markdown format.
When Space Was Big
By Samantha Terrell
When we are small
And space is big,
And there are so many unknowns
We can't hope to know them all;
When there are brighter stars
In a bigger sky
And the distant future
Is really, truly, very far,
There is a hope, too—
A motivation to keep on
Living past the moment,
To do something unique and new
Before time gets shorter, and spaces smaller,
And the world's pains
Grow bigger,
And the stars, dimmer;
Before the irony of life sets
In, and we learn to get lost in smallness,
Forgetting the world that
Once gave us its vastness.
Best Websites to Download Free Audiobooks
This list of the eight best sources for free audiobooks was posted in 2021 by the tech review magazine Make Use Of. Their recommendations include StoryNory, which specializes in kids' books, and Lit2Go, which offers public-domain books in text and audio versions.
Beneath the Soil: Queer Survivors’ e-Zine
A project of the survivor advocacy group Time to Tell, Beneath the Soil: Queer Survivors' e-Zine is an online anthology of writing and art by LGBTQ survivors of sexual abuse and assault. It was edited by Beth Siegling, Maggie Donovan, and Karo Ska.
Bookmarks & Inkblots
Bookmarks & Inkblots is a book review column started by poet Konstantin Rega, an editor of Virginia Living magazine. This feature highlights Southern authors of poetry, fiction, and nonfiction.
It’s War, Fadwa Says
By J.C. Todd
A cousin moved to Baghdad
from Tehran
gone
her children
gone
or all of them
missing
which may not mean
gone
but just
beyond reach
which may mean
alive.
Or not.
It's war,
Fadwa says,
and there's no fog
in her
sorrow
and clarity.
Ten years,
she says,
no word.
Wishing no one
dead
even if they are.
[Reprinted by permission of Able Muse Press]
How to Write Your First Comic Book
Cultural essayist and journalist Jude Ellison S. Doyle (Dead Blondes and Bad Mothers) describes how they taught themselves the conventions of writing their first comic book, the feminist horror comic MAW (Boom! Studios, 2021), as well as tips on working with illustrators and editors.
Comics Experience: Scripts Archive
Comics Experience bills itself as "the world's most effective online comics school". This archive on their site was established by Tim Simmons to give aspiring comics writers a guide to the conventions of the genre. It includes a script template and many examples, including some by notable authors like Neil Gaiman, Alan Moore, and Grant Morrison.
500 Letters
Straddling the line between satire and a useful marketing tool, 500 Letters is a bot that generates "artist statements" based on your genre and minimal biographical details.
Tarik Dobbs
Tarik Dobbs is an Arab-American queer poet and visual artist from Michigan. Their poetry chapbook, Dancing on the Tarmac, was selected for publication by G. Calvocoressi (Yemassee, 2021). Read Daniel Lassell's review of this collection in Diode Poetry Journal.
A Life
By Victoria Leigh Bennett
He was a man
Rich in tea bags
And paper napkins.
His days were bounded
By thoughts of Caesar
And Agamemnon
But he was none of them.
Most of his friends
Thought he must at one time
Have been British,
For the accent was hard to place.
And when the little moustache quivered
At some frustration
With a daily happenstance,
In secret, they found it funny,
Though they didn't want to hurt him,
Oh no, never to hurt him.
He liked some alcohol in moderation,
Going to the local bar to have it
And always saluting the waitress politely,
Though he longed for a male presence
To be at his elbow, solicitous.
In token of her womanhood,
He always used the cardboard coaster
She brought him under his pint,
As if it had been her house and he her guest,
Convinced that she found him
More gallant that way.
He took his landlady's grim lace curtains
Down to be washed one day
When she had left them up just too long;
One day in winter, when the weather
Was damp and drear,
And he got soaked through, and his feet wet.
Then he sneezed once and was promptly ill,
As he would have expected.
When he signed into the hospital
The doctor wrote "chest complaint";
How quaint! As if he belonged
To another, untechnical era indeed.
And when he inexplicably sickened and died
A few days later,
"No family" was written on his card at the morgue,
Though a few well-meaning acquaintances
Held a brief and noncommittal
Commitment service
Over his ashes.
His little bird, as if she had been
A secret mistress no one knew about
Or had forgotten in the dull excitement,
Chirped with mysterious forebodings
For three days more
And then gave out from lack of water;
She only knew that she had nothing to drink,
Couldn't get out,
And there was nothing to be done about it.
When the ones appointed
Went to clear out,
They found her, and
"What a pretty pet!
How nice it would have been
For the children to take her!" they said.
She, whose little claws had stiffened
Into predatory shapes,
So gentle as she was.
Gentle, as he had been gentle,
And sometimes annoyed without conviction
At the bounds of her cage,
Just as he with his life.
No greater conqueror than he of her,
She his only claimed territory,
The only living thing he even lightly controlled.
His friends, shrugging in amusement
At the cabinet of tea and coffee supplies,
The paper napkins and the cans and jars
And boxes of tea and coffee,
Ended by dividing them up,
Each grateful, but not unduly,
For his or her share,
"To remember him by,"
Not one of them wondering
How long they might remember him
When the stuff was gone.
The landlady, satisfied that the tenant
Had kept the premises clean
Contented herself with a mere sweep
And a few swipes
With a lemon polish rag,
Putting her notices up in the paper again.
Later Bloomer
Debra Eve has been a software executive, archaeologist, and professional writer. She started the site Later Bloomer to collect inspiring stories of creative people who achieved great things in midlife and old age. Examples include Inge Ginsberg, the Holocaust survivor who fronted a heavy metal band in her 90s, and Leo Fender, the former accountant who designed the iconic electric guitars. She offers an e-newsletter and a sister site called the Imaginarium with book discussion groups and skills-training classes to boost your creativity.
Telephone: A Game of Art Whispered Around the World
Inspired by the children's game "Telephone", where a phrase transforms as it is repeated from one participant to another, multimedia artist Nathan Langston invited writers, musicians, and visual artists around the world to create pieces responding to a source text and the other artists' interpretations thereof. Read an article about the genesis of the project in the Sept/Oct 2021 Poets & Writers.
Publishing Trends
The website of Publishing Trends offers a weekly roundup of top stories from the publishing world, plus monthly updates on agents' and editors' job changes.
Author Media
Author Media features product reviews, marketing tips, and technical advice for selling your books. Their offerings include the Novel Marketing Podcast.
