Tuesday, December 29, 2009

New Year's Resolutions, Part the Second.

The funny list. (Funny to me, anyhow.)
The quirky list.
My resolutions, continued.

1. Acquire the ability to read the minds of clients.
2. Have a fling with Strunk & White's Elements of Style.
3. Tell the Chicago Manual of Style where to go.
4. Become less of a grammarian, more of a post-post-modernist, with a sprinkling of modernist sensibilities and a dash of formalism for good measure.
5. Make plans to attend AWP (in 2011).
6. Read more Heidegger.
7. Consume the entire bodies of work of T.S. Eliot, Wallace Stevens, Flann O'Brien, and Neil Gaiman. In the sense of brain consumption, not ingestion.

New Year's Resolutions.

Without ado:

1. Take GRE
2. Apply to grad schools
3. Get scholarships (many)
4. Continue raising fundage
5. Use said fundage to apply for federal nonprofit status
6. Get grants to make excellent things happen
7. Publishing, publishing, and more publishing

Expansion of brain and business looms on the horizon.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

The Vol. 3.4 and Holiday Post. Thingy.

Whew...Oh wait. I start to breathe a sigh of relief and then catch myself. Not yet, Reeser, not yet. So the new issue launched today, hoorah. Vol. 3.4 is large and lovely here. Being that it's Christmas Eve Eve, today was spent, post-launch, doing things related to Christmas, including but not limited to contemplating the purchase of a last-minute tree and then deciding against it (why break with the tradition of the last 3 years). So this evening is set aside for the posting of new art to the galleries (six new artists to add), and the sending forth of the newsletter out into the electronic universe.

I am proud of the new issue, and even prouder of my editors for helping make it happen. Their hard work, dedication, and brilliance (wait, does this sound familiar to you?) make it all come together. I just can't stress that enough. I am lucky to have such a wonderful team. Sometimes my editors leave me (I'm talking about you, Scott Bowen!) but then they go do things like starting their own journals (ref. Divine Dirt Quarterly) and call me things like "mentor" and "juggernaut" (that last one made me smile for a long time). So everything's okay, really. I've got an amazing crew and I'll stop embarrassing them now by harping about how wonderful they are. 'Cause they are. Seriously.

This will probably be my last post before the big tree and Jesus day, you know, so merry holidays & co. In the most non-religious of senses, peace be with you all.


Friday, December 18, 2009

Fabulous Friday, a post in which I brag about people I know

I'm dubbing today Fabulous Friday. Following will ensue shameless bragging about my friends. And that's all it is, so stop reading here if you're not interested.

Who has the best editors? I do! Eric Weinstein, Erin McKnight, Anne Marie Rooney, and Tori Bradshaw are the best editors a 'chief could ask for. Their expertise, dedication, and brilliance (I'm not kidding!) are the backbone of every issue. I am so lucky and happy to have the opportunity to work with them.

Up at the 'naut (that's Fictionaut) is an interview with yours truly on Prick of the Spindle. Nicolle Elizabeth asks the best questions. Read it here.

More bragging (I told you!): Finnegan Flawnt, whose reading voice is near-unrivalled, reads my flash piece, "Invasion." Thank you, Finnegan. If you are not a voice actor, god only knows why. Sir, you need to go to Hollywood.

Is this the holiday spirit? Who knows. All I know is that these wonderful people, and several others whose work I'm reading and loving right now (see: When the Cats Razzed the Chickens by Mel Bosworth), are making me feel really cheesy right now, saying silly things like, they're the spark that's feeding my energy to launch the next issue and make my second book deadline mere days afterward. You. Guys. Rock.


Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Galleys and the State of Pre-Publication

I'm happy to be going over the galleys and making corrections for my upcoming chapbook with Finishing Line Press, Light and Trials of Light. Editor Leah Maines has been wonderful to work with, and I appreciate her professionalism and her work ethic. I am proud to be publishing my first chapbook with Finishing Line Press.

Did I mention I'm open to being interviewed?

And if you haven't ordered a copy of Light and Trials of Light, please support my first chapbook by visiting Finishing Line Press's New Releases and Forthcoming Titles page. Be sure to scroll to "Reeser," as titles are listed alphabetically by author's last name. The book ships January 22, 2010.

My book on children's publishing should also be released sometime around the end of January from Atlantic Publishing. I'm in the midst of writing the book on Kindle publishing, and turn in the final manuscript in mid-January. I anticipate that book might be published sometime around April. That's three books in 2010...so far.

With the new issue of Prick of the Spindle due out on the 23rd, and still edits to finalize and reviews to write, the holidays feel like a blip on the far horizon; they will catch me off guard again this year. I know this, and I accept it.


Thursday, December 10, 2009

Passing Thoughts, Part the Second.

When Editors Become Psychiatrists: The Revisionist.

"Come in, sir, and tell me what's bothering you."

"Well, you see ma'am, I'm feeling really depressed."

"Let's talk about that and see how we can fix it--you know, on a structural level."

"Okay, well, my wife is seeing someone else, I think my son is doing drugs, and my doctor just told me I might have a lung disease."

"No, no, that's all wrong. You need to be more specific here--your wife isn't just seeing someone else, she's having a passive-agressive reaction by sleeping with one of her co-workers--the intern, because it implies a need to regain power. Your son should be doing, let's see, cocaine, because it makes things more interesting, don't you think? More dangerous that way. And your doctor, well--"

"I'm sorry, wait a minute. That's not what's going on--"

"Okay sure, but your story won't sell. It needs work."

"Excuse me? Sell? Story?"

"Don't you think it would be more interesting to everyone if we added touches of magical realism here and there?"

"Uh, I'm sorry. I don't understand."

"Listen, this is your story and you need to take control of it. But not too much control, you know, let it develop organically. It should build up to a nice arc and then wrap up--not too neatly, mind you--and have a few little bumps at the end, to show the main charac--um, to show that you--have really learned your lesson."

"My lesson? Uh, listen...I should...I should really be going."

"Okay, but when you come in next week, think about the elements we discussed. And remember--show, don't tell."


Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Passing Thoughts

If editors became cops:

"Drop your caps! That's it..."

"What'd I do?"

"Put your modifiers where I can see them!"

"Ma'am, I've done nothing wrong."

"I'm charging you with the apposition of justice and two counts of comma splices. You'll be spending some time in the state periphrastic, buddy."


Friday, December 4, 2009

New Discovery

This is a question for writers. Have you ever accidentally discovered that a story or poem or essay or what-have-you that you submitted somewhere way back was actually published? I would argue that it beats finding forgotten money amongst your belongings any old day. I just discovered my story "Sanctuary" (the only story I've ever written on the subject of faith/doubt) up at Liturgical Credo. A warm, albeit belated, thank you to Colin, the editor, for publishing this.


Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Upcoming Publications

Making (re: forcing) the time for writing and submitting is starting to pay off. I am tremendously excited to have had a flash piece accepted for publication in the Metazen Christmas Book, "Down in the Grotto, We Break Bread Together." Metazen is doing a wonderful thing: helping those who really need our assistance. Dona­tions go to the Sun­rise Children’s Vil­lages Orphan­age in Siam Reap, Cambodia.

The debut issue of Artifice Magazine is scheduled to hit the presses in February; I can't wait to see it. It includes a terrific line-up of authors, including Susan Slaviero, Kyle Hemmings, Blake Butler, and Roxane Gay. My two pieces, "alt img 3" a poem written in html, and "Story (Prepackaged)" a graphic story (of sorts) will appear in that issue as well.

And...I'm looking forward to having @picfic stories appear on Dec. 23 and Jan. 10. Twitter fiction is a demanding little form! Who knew? It's like poetry condensed, except with a petite narrative thread. If you haven't tried it before and are up for the challenge, I encourage you to play around with the form and see what you come up with. It's demanding, but fun.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Pre-order Period Ends Nov. 30

A very hearty and heartfelt thank you to all who've helped my pressrun by pre-ordering my first chapbook, "Light and Trials of Light." I'm very excited to have my first book published by Finishing Line Press, and to have endorsements by SUNY Journalism Professor Howie Good and the award-winning poet Kevin Prufer. I admire Howie and Kevin's work so much, and am truly honored to host their names on my first publication.

If you haven't ordered your copy yet, please do so before the Nov. 30 presale period ends! If you miss it, that's okay. You can still order afterwards. Go to http://www.finishinglinepress.com/NewReleasesandForthcomingTitles.htm

And thank you so much!

When the Cats Razzed the Chickens by Mel Bosworth

Folded Word does it again. And so does Mel Bosworth. I was happy to receive my signed (and personalized) copy of "When the Cats Razzed the Chickens & Other Stories" by Mel Bosworth today. It was a nice post-Thanksgiving surprise. It kind of heightens the warm fuzzies.

Mel is an excellent fiction writer, and I can't wait to dive into this one. Purchase your copy from his blog at http://eddiesocko.blogspot.com/?zx=18e840dbdb777f2 or from Folded Word at http://folded.wordpress.com/tag/mel-bosworth/

Happy reading, everyone!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

Publisher, Publisher, Author

Vroom, vroom! I'm revving my writerly engine and getting ready to start writing my new nonfiction book on Kindle publishing on Monday. I'm excited, and interested to see where this one takes me. This will be my second through Atlantic Publishing. They've been fantastic to work with, and I'm happy that I get to work with the same editor I had for my book on children's publishing. There's something to be said for getting to know an editor's style and tastes, and working with the same person over the course of multiple projects.

Speaking of publishers, I'm looking forward to seeing my first poetry chapbook, "Light and Trials of Light," from Finishing Line Press, in January 2010. Apparently, there is going be a cover change, due to the rich blacks of the current cover bleeding. But hey, that's alright. I've got a plan B, and C, and D, and... My preorder sales period ends November 30, and I want to extend a hearty thank you to everyone who has supported my pressrun by preordering my chapbook. If you have not purchased your copy, please do so by visiting http://www.finishinglinepress.com/NewReleasesandForthcomingTitles.htm

On another exciting note, I have finally worked through many, many bugs that at times made me think Prick of the Spindle's first podcast would never see the light of an mp3 format, but at long last! with the help of some un-obvious software, a great microphone, and a very patient and flexible author, Podcast No. 1 will be available soon at http://www.prickofthespindle.com. Don't miss my interview with Meg Pokrass, coming soon.

Also, if you're a member of the Fictionaut community for writers, be sure to give my newest story a read. It's not often I get around to writing stories lately--something I've long been wanting to change--but let me know what you think. Read it here: http://www.fictionaut.com/stories/cynthia-reeser/the-taste-in-my-mouth Warning: it's very dark. Not for the faint of heart, or the easily offended. It's also nonfiction.

Thursday, November 12, 2009



PO Box 1626
Georgetown, KY 40324

For Immediate Release

Finishing Line Press announces the publication of Light and Trials of Light, a chapbook of poems by Pensacola author and artist Cynthia Reeser

A multi-talented creative artist with a gift for language and observation, poet, editor, and visual artist Cynthia Reeser will have her first chapbook collection of poetry published by Finishing Line Press in early 2010.

Kevin Prufer, three-time Pushcart Prize winner; author of National Anthem, Fallen from a Chariot, others; Editor/Director of Pleiades: A Journal of New Writing; Associate Editor of American Book Review; and Vice President/Secretary of the National Book Critics Circle, says of Reeser's poetry: "These poems are smart and lovely, quiet and intimate. Cynthia Reeser is a poet of careful observation, quick to notice the flicker of candlelight across a loved one’s face, the “luster in the clatter of shells,” or the “butter-heavy rain cloud, phantom under a summer wave’s surrender.” And, although her subjects are personal—love, family, friendship, the poet’s affinity for the world of nature—they are shot through with moments of startling insight, brilliant conclusion, and, occasionally, a sort of wicked, erudite wit... Reeser has a fine talent."

Cynthia Reeser is the editor-in-chief of Prick of the Spindle, a literary quarterly journal, and is a prolific book reviewer and poet. A Pensacola native, her poetry has appeared in numerous print and online publications, and her book reviews can be read on NewPages.com every month. A former book review columnist and staff writer for a military newspaper, Cynthia is also a visual artist whose work has appeared in numerous shows, auctions, and art walks throughout Louisiana. Her nonfiction book, How to Publish Your Children's Book, is forthcoming from Atlantic Publishing in January 2010, and she is currently at work on a book about Kindle publishing. View her Web sites at www.cynthiareeser.com and www.prickofthespindle.com.

Howie Good, author of Tomorrowland, Lovesick, and others, praises Light and Trials of Light: "Cynthia Reeser writes with a rare combination of moral intelligence and emotional sensitivity. She pushes language to -- and sometimes beyond -- the limits of conventional vocabulary and diction to convey her tremendous sympathy for things that are broken or easily break. Her poems often occupy the blood-red moment in which a significant object or person or event is about to vanish from our lives. Trees fall victim to the chain-saw, romance to boredom and hurt, memories to distortion. But if Reeser’s overriding subject is the frailty of the things we love, their vulnerability to decay and destruction, her poems themselves are powerfully made. They have a kind of sturdy elegance that will challenge and move and ultimately dazzle you."

The cover design and photography for Light and Trials of Light is by Cynthia Reeser.

Finishing Line Press is a poetry publisher based in Georgetown, Kentucky. In addition to the Chapbook Series, it publishes the New Women’s Voices Series and sponsors the Finishing Line Press Open Chapbook Competition. Other recent Finishing Line Press releases include Man Overboard by Steven Barza, Scared Money Never Wins by Julia Wendell, Putting in a Window by John Brantingham, Family Business by Paula Sergi, and Drawing Lessons by Carol Barrett. Finishing Line Press and editor Leah Maines were featured in both the 2001 and 2002 Poet’s Markets.

Publication Date: January 2010

To order online, go to http://www.finishinglinepress.com/ Or, you may order directly from the publisher, $12.00, check or money order to:

Finishing Line Books
PO Box 1626
Georgetown, KY 40324

You can also contact the author, Cynthia Reeser, by e-mail at crr@cynthiareeser.com, or visit her website at www.cynthiareeser.com

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Taking a Breather

What a weekend. After logging in so many hours for the past several weeks to meet with my client for the memoir editing project (re: 3 hours driving per day required), not to mention those spent in front of the computer screen, it was nice--scratch that--it was hugely exciting to finally get away. Not for business.

First on the agenda: Memphis to help a friend move back, but little did he know it would be no simple move. I dragged him along with me to the New Orleans Book Fair, sort of. Although we missed the fair on Saturday, we stuck around town all day Sunday and did what people in New Orleans do. I got to visit the famous cemeteries, which I had been dying (haha) to see since way back. Then we took the streetcar (what San Franciscans know as a trolley) to the Aquarium and les bebes had a blast--they pet the sharks, came eye to eye with sea otters and looked into the core of the feral glowing jellyfish. Then I treated all to some fine local cuisine, and finally it was off for coffee and beignets at the Cafe du Monde.

Unfortunately, it was also the weekend of the Saints game, which meant that J. Bradley's reading/performance at the Zeitgeist, and most other highly worthy cultural events, were in competition with The Game. But it was wonderful meeting J. Bradley, author of "Dodging Traffic," and Jason Cook of Ampersand Books (two fellow Floridians).

I'm back, refreshed, and ready to begin new contracts. Next up on the agenda is a book on Kindle publishing. And the next issue of Prick of the Spindle is just around the corner--coming up on December 23. I will be making time at the end of this week to finally do that initial podcast I've been so vocal about. No, I didn't forget. It's coming. Promise.

Also, I want to send out a warm thank you to Mel Bosworth, captain of the blog No More Hot Lunches for Eddie Socko, for his many and generous shout-outs and retweets. The support is much appreciated. Pre-Order his new chapbook "When the Cats Razzed the Chickens & Other Stories"(Folded Word Press, 2009.

And if you haven't ordered a copy of the Prick of the Spindle Fiction Open Competition No. 1 signature print edition, please do so now and support the journal! We are still saving to apply for federal nonprofit status, and your $8 helps the good cause. Order here.

Also be sure to enter Prick of the Spindle's first Poetry Open Competition, which also results in a print edition featuring the winners and honorable mentions. The prize is a framed black and white photograph by yours truly. Enter here.

And last but not least, visit the Finishing Line Press website and pre-order a copy of my first poetry chapbook, "Light and Trials of Light." I'm giving kisses to the first 50 people who order. But I don't travel. That's on you. ;-)


Thursday, October 15, 2009

Goodness Abounds

My new poetry chapbook is available for pre-order from Finishing Line Press. Be a dear and order a copy, won't you? Praise for this chapbook--my first--comes from Howie Good and Kevin Prufer. Yes, that's right. Howie Good and Kevin Prufer.

Mel Bosworth reads an excerpt from my latest poem, "The Unmooring," which is currently out in the world seeking a home. See the video here: http://www.youtube.com/user/MelBosworth#p/a Thanks again, Mel!

More on my story of a story, coming this weekend.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Editorial: Letters to the Editors, A (Cathartic) Survey of the Prick of the Spindle X-List Thus Far, or, Ego v

Editorial: Letters to the Editors, A (Cathartic) Survey of the Prick of the Spindle X-List Thus Far, or, Ego vs. Art, or, How Insecure Writers “Handle” Rejection, or, How Not to Get Your Work Recognized, or, Showing Your Ass to the Editors

By Cynthia Reeser

Being an editor has its rewards—among these is the opportunity to read work by promising authors, some of whom are new to the publishing game; the chance to transform pieces that are capable of shining with a bit of polishing; and the pride that comes with seeing the launch of an issue that has involved months of planning, editing and designing. But then, there are drawbacks. Unfortunately, that list is much longer and includes but is not limited to: long, thankless, unpaid hours of reading through stacks of submissions measurable in feet (not the poetic kind); the investment of time reading and editing work that is accepted and planned for in an upcoming issue, only to have the author say that, sorry, it’s already been accepted by another publication, and they’d be happy to send us more work. This list could go on, but I’ll spare the uninitiated.

But I will say that perhaps the worst offense of all is the slap (spittle?) in the face that comes from having a writer act unprofessionally. “Unprofessional” is a pretty broad term, but to us, it often boils down to something specific. Let me offer you a place in my Gianni Binis for a moment: You’ve come home from an eight hour workday, kick off your shoes, grab the leftovers from the fridge that you probably wouldn’t feed your neighbor’s dog (all in the interest of time management) and sit down to:

a. answer e-mails
b. read submissions
c. write reviews
d. plan interviews
e. write bitchy articles like this one
f. plan layout and design until you drop sometime around midnight-4 a.m.
(Choose one for any given night of any given week.)

If you chose a., and your response to a submission was:

We appreciate your considering Prick of the Spindle as a creative outlet; however, we ask that you follow submission guidelines, and submit only once per reading period, as we request.

Then the reply could be this:

YAWN, worry about quality not rules.

Or this (of which the initial e-mail’s subject line was the commanding imperative “Accept These Two Poems for v1.3”):

Thank you for your recent rejection letter from Prick of the Spindle. As per the instructions of Aleister Crowley (Liber III Vel Jugorum) I've chosen to cut myself sharply on the forearm with a razor each and every time I am rejected from a literary journal. My arm will then serve as a constant reminder of my shortcomings—a constant reminder of my apparent inability to write in a way that is trendy and "contemporary" enough to be worth reading. There is work to be done; there is blood to free; so I leave you with a question, Mrs. Reeser: Feareth not the *Unicorn* the claws and teeth of the *Lion*? I suppose we shall see, Mrs. Reeser. I suppose we shall see.

O Evil Arrogant One, Creator of Words, Assigner of Marital Status*

*Editor’s Note: Name of author has been changed to protect him from being awarded publication and to reflect actual personality or lack thereof.

I couldn’t make these up—they’re far too clever for me. The preceding nugget of gold received this response:

Sometimes a work is rejected because it is not the right fit for the journal, and other times it is simply due to its being outvoted
between the poetry editors, though I personally would like to see more of your work.

If you ever have further questions, please do not hesitate to let me know.

Yes, I know. I’m waaaay too nice. But—oh!—it gets better. A response! Which goes exactly like this:

All we have are questions, Cynthia. We are bound to them like the manacled to the bourgeois; like the self to the flesh. We dream, Cynthia. Futile dreams. Do you hear them plea, Cynthia? Do you hear the dreams and dreamers plea?

Oh we plea.

We plea in hungry aching whispers: "Fin de siècle, fin de siècle."

And when the curtain fails to fall we envenom the alley puddles behind your establishments with bubbles of insemination like an infantry of broken oxygenaters. Silent streams of bubbles, Cynthia. Silent because no one wants to listen to whimpers.

Silent because no one wants to listen to truth.

O Evil Arrogant One, Creator of Words, Assigner of Marital Status

Oh, would that I were as clever and could make references to a movement from roughly a hundred years ago without bothering to link it to any meaning. Or that I held the power to divine that the editor was married and use the term “Mrs.” without thought. Or that I could inseminate puddles with my bubbles.

On the other hand, if you received a rejection and were feeling all pissy and creative and hadn’t read that particular journal’s content, you might write something like this:

thanks, here's one you can enjoy

The Editor by Uninformed Moron*

There was this guy. We’ll call him Michael. He ran this small literary magazine. He tried to publish underground writers. Mostly he published bad writing. There are plenty of them out there. Bad writers. He always wrote these funny rejections letters. Most were arrogant and worse than the hacks he published. What does it take to be an editor? First of all, you have to have no talent. That’s the first step. The rest is just being an ass hole. You have to think you are doing something important. That is key. Michael thought he was important. His little magazine had a few readers. He even had a few decent writers. The good writers never submitted after they got published. They had bigger fish to fry. So Michael was left with bad writers. He’d send these pompous rejection slips each week. “I like this, but I don’t trust it.” “I feel that you are just making things up.” That is writing. More than half of it, is all bullshit. Nobody wants to read about reality. Most like reading about whores, drunks, and sex. The readers crave escape. They want an alternate reality. Michael was pretty good at publishing whore stories, but lately his magazine’s head had swollen. He started looking for art and culture. That is when you are finished. When you start listening to the voices. You start puffing your own chest out. You get away from your roots. You forget what you do best. There was one particular writer that Michael published named Tom. Tom was the real deal. He wrote about whores, boxing, drunks, and sex. Most of his stories were gross. None of them were ever boring. Tom never worried about his writing. He never cared about anything. He just wrote. It flowed out of him. He had to write. Tom had a few stories published. Michael even published one. “Tom, these are always fun to read but I feel that I don’t trust it.” Tom was doing Michael a favor. Imagine all the horrible stories Michael read on a daily basis. Tom was bringing a little joy and happiness by submitting. The years rolled by. Michael kept publishing the small magazine. His readers slowly dwindled. Part of it was that the writers were the only ones who read it. Once Michael had pissed off the talent, they took their brilliance elsewhere. Tom was no different. He took his poetry and stories to the more established rags. Michael finally decided to pull the plug on his little magazine. It had been a good run. He focused on his writing more. “Michael, I like this but I feel it’s not true.” “Best of luck placing it somewhere else.” Tom retired at 35. He published his first novel. It was a best seller. It was about whores, drunks, and sex.
The End

Uninformed Moron (with too much time on his hands)*

*Editor’s Note: Name of author has been changed to protect him from being awarded publication and to reflect actual personality or lack thereof.

However, if you were a person who held a particular sense of entitlement due to past circumstances in your personal life that had given you a feeling of victimization so embedded within your personality that you would never, ever be able to get rid of it and would always treat others like dirt to make yourself feel better, you might, just might, write something along these lines after being accepted by a journal with whom you had been working on edits, and from whom you had decided to pull your submission because you couldn’t bring yourself to stoop to changing your work, even if only for clarity’s sake:

Oh, I 'm so sorry to have inconvenienced you. I have only been published 7 or 8 times, so i didn't realize that i couldn't choose between several publishers if I had multiple offers. You mean, I have to pick the first publisher that picks me? For some reason i thought I actually had a choice where my intellectual property is published. i thought i actually owned my work up until the time it appeared in print. Thanks for disabusing me of that notion. What if a second or third offer involves payment. Do I still have to go with the first offer if i never agreed to give my piece to that first editor?

Oh, this is indeed a learning process.

The other journal accepted my piece first, but i was not clear if he was really going to publish it because he did not state when it would be published. When i got assurance that the short story would be in an upcoming issue, i gave it to him.

Victim 4 Life

Ahh…time to kick back, sip a glass of wine, and let those ungrateful writers’ e-mails roll on in. Bring on the ego trips guys—they really do provide some much-needed comic relief! In the meantime, I’ll be reading your submissions, free of charge.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

78,555 Words Equal...

More than 78,000 words
90 days
180 pots of coffee
16.3 caffeine headaches
12.8 stress headaches
10 reference books
12,174 interruptions
58 bad words thought, never said
0 screaming fits
589.45 screaming fits imagined
and a whole lotta love

This is what my book is made of.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

It's Done.

Now that the book is finished, it's time to put together the graphics. That's right. I'm the go-to girl. I can write copy, do podcasts, and compile the graphics and glossary. And might I add, at no extra charge?

Memoir starts next week; life starts again tonight.

Last Chapter

I am going in to write the last chapter of my book on children's publishing. I would be lying if I said I'm not relieved, but it is also true that I have enjoyed the project immensely. The schedule has been grueling, but in the way that hard work is good for you. Once the book is completed, I am looking forward to finally finishing the several novels/novellas I started and so monstrously abandoned. They will also be placed into a rigid schedule as if they were due to the publisher in a matter of weeks.

Now on with the show.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Grad School, Interrupted

Thank you, Nottingham, for allowing me to delay (defray?) grad school 'til next year. I am looking forward to joining the hallowed ranks. This year has been one of the strangest of my life, even stranger than last year, when I almost died a few times. I like to think things are looking up now, but I've made that mistake in the past, and, well, let's just say I'm still hanging in there. I come from a long line of hangers-on.

Yours truly,

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Wrapping Up

My nonfiction book wraps up next week. I have to say that the project has been a learning experience. I have become better at parceling out my time, and at maximizing the workable hours. But then, I've always been a fan of deadlines for just these reasons--having a specific timeline to work within provides a system, and a sort of time enclosure in which a more narrow focus is attainable.

After my final stages are handed in, I begin a new project. It's another lengthier project, and something that I am very excited about. My new client has put the last 7 years of her life into her memoir, and I hope, as her editor, to help her make it the best version of itself. I have a few publishers in mind for her already...

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Debut of Prick of the Spindle Vol. 3.3

Prick of the Spindle Vol. 3.3 has launched! View the latest greatest at http://www.prickofthespindle.com/

With all this talk of podcasting, I have been searching for authors in my area to collaborate on a conversation, but alas...I must be the only published writer within a 100-mile vicinity. To remedy this problem, my fiction editor Erin McKnight and I will be formulating a discussion on writing...topic TBA, but check the website regularly, and follow my tweets to stay updated! reesercyn and PrickotheSpindl are my Twitter names, and you can become a fan of Prick of the Spindle on Facebook.

Hope you enjoy the new issue! It's chock full of great fiction, poetry, and some wonderful reviews (7 of which I wrote, so I'm biased!). There is also new art by Elahzar Rao and Debi Blankenship, and a wonderful dramatic piece, "Harmony Falls," by Mary Beth O'Connor. Also be sure to check out the interview with David McNamara of sunnyoutside press. I have been reviewing sunnyoutside publications for a while now, so it was a pleasure to get a behind-the-scenes take from the man himself.

I'm meeting with a new client tomorrow who needs a good editing eye on her memoir, so I had better get some sleep!

Saturday, September 19, 2009


I am excited to have finally learned podcasting! It's something that's been at the periphery of my brain for a while now, buzzing every now and then. I was asked to do a podcast by Atlantic Publishing, who will be publishing my nonfiction book, How to Publish Your Children's Book later in 2009.

Check my blog regularly for information on how and where you can access the podcast.

And what with the newest issue of Prick of the Spindle, Vol. 3.3., just around the corner, I am thinking of doing a podcast to accompany the issue, although I would really like to find a few talented writers, preferably published authors, in my area to talk shop with.

Look for Prick of the Spindle Vol. 3.3 on September 23!

Happy Saturday to all.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

New Publications Forthcoming

A few new publications forthcoming...I read my poem "Confession #31: The problem with the heart" in the upcoming issue of The Dirty Napkin, the Sept. 22 issue. That voice recording took 3 times or so, but Jeremy Ellis is very patient, so my thanks to him for giving me the chance to get it right.

I'm excited to have two works upcoming in Artifice Magazine, one a graphic story (read: not a graphic novel) and a poem written in html.

And three pieces of art coming soon in 322 Review: Factory Town, Impermanence, and Smokescreens.

And what with the next issue of Prick of the Spindle just around the corner, what a whirlwind! Look for Vol. 3.3 on September 23.

Also, check out Scott Bowen's new journal Divine Dirt Quarterly.

Friday, September 11, 2009

New Nonfiction Book Forthcoming

I am currently writing my book for Atlantic Publishing, How to Publish Your Children's Book. I'm not sure which is more exciting--interviewing children's authors, editors, and illustrators, or the research!

New Chapbook Forthcoming

Finishing Line Press will be publishing my first poetry chapbook, Light and Trials of Light in early 2010. Stay posted for more details.