Author: E.M. Goldsmith

Fantasy sci-fi author. Part outlaw, a little redneck. Love music, dogs, horses, writing, and freedom. Love individuals and all the stories they have to tell.

Pug Corner – Query Workshop

img_1304Frankie thinks the writer might be broken. It’s probably because of that stupid cat in the story she keeps reading to Frankie. If the writer would simply kill the cat, everything would be back on track and Frankie could be lazy again. As it now stands, the writer has spent a week crying about something called a query.

Ok, Frankie understands. Point me to the query and the pug will beat it up so that the writer can relax again. This simply must stop. The writer thinks the query is as a bad as a cat and has employed a “workshop” to fix it.img_1306

The Liverpool game is over and the writer’s team won. The workshop is over, but the writer still cries and bleats. There are a lot more of these games with the ball and the humans kicking the ball around to watch.

Humans do not know how to play with a ball, not at all. And yet, the writer has abandoned the couch and is back at her desk. The workshop is over, the writer said. Frankie does not understand any of this.

img_1309The writer says there is not any more time left to be lazy. What is wrong with her? It is raining. It is cold. The writer is here with Frankie. She should get on the couch and get with the program. Not all this gnashing of teeth and rending of garments.

Frankie is pretty sure that the writer’s query was not so bad that the writer will be hated by everyone.  The writer says her hopes and dreams are riding on this query. That’s plain silly. She has a pug. And if the query is that bad, Frankie will make it better. Everyone loves a pug. And they will love the writer because she is Frankie’s human. And now Frankie is exhausted and requires a nap. Until next time.

 

 

Taking Rejection by Balls & Bourbon

  • img_1290The words “The End” sit at the end of a page after 114,254 words according to Word’s last count. I am reading my book out loud to the pug. It helps to see if the rhythm of the words work, checks for pace and cadence, things the naked eye misses. Then my current book is off to two friends, both avid readers with editing experience for one last look through.

The next many months will be tracked in my Book of Submissions, Rejections, Ecstasy, and Agony. In this book, I will bind each query I write, every single blessed one, personalized as needed, the first 10 pages of my book as they stand on the day I enter the trenches, a short synopsis and a long synopsis and all the iterations of such materials.

black cat walking on roadThe current schedule (some dates are flexible)

  • Dec 5-7 – Query workshop with New Leaf Literary (help me nail the query)
  • Dec 22 – hand finished book to fresh editing eyes (if I miss this date, all other dates will move forward by two weeks at least)
  • Dec 22 – Jan 2 – Put together list of agents, revise query based on workshop feedback, tinker with synopsis
  • Jan 3-15 – (provided editors have returned feedback), last edit for submission (this deadline subject to change if anything major needs to be changed or life dumps on me)
  • 56454439768__67A25736-3655-4AB8-B3D8-A980A1B7B779Jan 22 – 31 (around here) Query first 10 agents on my list
  • 2019 As Needed – for each response from agent, send new query to next agent on list until I get and accept an offer of representation from dream agent. Any agent I accept is my dream agent.

 

Join me for this journey. There will be loads of pug pictures and concerned cat pictures along the way, and a few new bottles of bourbon will likely have to be opened. Wish me luck.

 

 

Pug Corner – Frankie in the Rain

img_1281Frankie has a hard time figuring out about time. She is always surprised when it is raining during her walk time. She is even more surprised when the writer does not get chased away for the “day job”. Then there is the writer staring for hours at a computer screen doing nothing. Then the writer cries.

img_1287Writers are too complicated. Pugs are not. She might have to get that cat she keeps threatening Frankie with. Cats are not simple. Cats are scary. There is a cat in the writer’s story that she reads to Frankie. It is giving the pug nightmares. Frankie hopes the rain will stop and the writer will just go ahead and kill the cat.

Writer’s Tears Crisis

img_1277The blog is in super peril now. I am almost cried out. My precious writer’s tears are almost at an end. And I need them so I can dive deep into the query trenches, get an agent, and book deal and a much better retirement plan.

Frankie seems unconcerned at my critical situation. Look at the bottle. Almost empty.  What will I do? It was hard to find that bottle. Oh well, I will read another chapter out loud to the pug and hope for the best.

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Book Nesting

img_1275The time has come. I have been cultivating this book for three years now. The blog will suffer as my schedule until the end of the year has become a sprint to make ready for querying in the New Year. I must wait for several agents to re-open to queries so I am taking one last lap around pacing and exposition issues. Then here is the rest of the schedule:

Nov 30- Dec 3 – Prepare initial query (hope it is not abysmal)

Dec 4-7 – Query Workshop with New Leaf Literary

Dec 8 – Dec 15 – Prepare Synopsis and all supplemental materials.

img_1276Dec 8 – Dec 15 – Read entire book out loud to the pug – for final pacing and all that rot

Dec 8 – Jan 18 – Prepare list of agents that fit my work

Dec 15 – send book for binding at UPS for live edits by me, Ryan, and Ginger

Dec 22 – distribute editing copies with red pens to Ryan and Ginger

Dec 23- Jan 15 – revise as needed, get rid of glaring mistakes

Jan 18 – Jan 21 – Send out first 10 queries

For Entire process – document everything – rejection, retribution, all of it.

 

New York Ate the Blog

img_1242So my trip to New York did not go quite as planned. I thought I would have time to make blog posts. Silly me. Instead, New York ate my blog. Just devoured it and left it to rot. It’s not a city I can control.

Here are some pictures from the trip for your enjoyment. I will try to return to blog posts soon. Otherwise, expect pictures of cute, furry beasts sitting in rapt anticipation of my debut novel.

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Dogs of November – To the Rescue

RescueDogs2The world is a perilous place. It is not meant for wimps Life is a precarious thing. None of us get out alive, and we waste precious time hating and vilifying one another.

We have to help each other. Most often, we hinder one another with that little devil that lives in all of us telling us the people over there are to blame for all our troubles.

RescueDogsDogs stomp that voice out. There is something in the eyes of a dog that wishes so much to please, to be able to go help the people over there. Dogs have a courage unmatched by the boldest of imaginary super heroes.

A dog’s love and courage is real, not a thing of comics and fairy tales. It comes with no judgment, no blame, no questions. All are worthy of saving. So if you are lost, rescue a dog. One day that animal may one day rescue you.