Still no word about representation for my book, Confessions of an Internet Pornographer, from the agents I met at the 2011 Writer’s Digest Conference in New York. And the waiting is harder than practicing my pitch in the hotel room in NY, the night before the conference. I had 90 seconds to tell someone about a 290 page book it took nine years to write. I pray daily that someone will love my book and fight along side me to get it published. But I know that if I fail, I can learn everything there is to know about self publishing.
I suppose no news is good news. In the meantime my short story Nothing is doing well on Zoetrope.com. But I’ve realized that it should be longer. It is unfinished, but I don’t know if I want to work on it right now, although I really like the subject matter. It’s the sad story of a man caring for a quadriplegic who wants to die. It’s short, only 1010 words, and the reviews have been good. Some are very editorial, and it reminds me how great it is to have writers giving you feedback on your work.
Zoetrope is such a great place to read good short stories. If you are an amateur writer, and want to grow and become better, join Zoetrope.com (and follow my blog). Bye the way I get NOTHING from Zoetrope to write nice things about them (although I wish I did because Francis Ford Coppola is loaded).
I’ll let you all know if I hear from any agents. In the meantime, I’m reading a great book entitled, Paramedic. It’s a well written and an honest account of the life a former political speech writer turned paramedic. I’ll write more on it later. Got to go.
Love,
Lucho
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