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September 1
Happy Labor Day
to all of you south of the Canadian border. The school year starts anew and
summer is definitely drawing to a close out here in the Pacific Northwest.Time
to think about setting down in front of that crackling fire (or the space
heater and your good imagination!) for some winter writing time, eh? I hope
those of you in Gustav's path are staying safe! Hurricane stories anyone?
My 'Sense of the Story' prompt is now closed and I'm posting my third batch of
submissions this week. You'll find some very nice writing among my submissions.
Good work, all of you!
We have our Tuesday Lunchbox Forum this week. I'll be talking about Slant, that
all-important key to unlock the nonfiction market's front door. If you can't
make it, watch for the transcript.
Joy Hensley checks in with us in our Graduate News section. You have to visit
her website and see the way-cool picture of her on her home page.
Donna Ippolito, in her Tips From the Instructor's Desk, wants your
question.
LitMatch isn't a market, but it's a great tool for those of you looking
for an agent!
And of course, Suzanne has a new contest for you all. Here's a home for those
memories of your summer vacation and there's no entry fee.
Remember -- The new Most Persistent
Writer Award is now starting. It runs from September to September. Sending out your
work counts, remember...not acceptances! You'll find the very simple rules in
our 'Applause' section as well as information on where to send your tallies for
the competition that just ended.
I'll be taking those totals and I'll announce the winners for the 2007-2008
contest at the end of the month.
-- Mary Rosenblum, LR Web Editor http://www.maryrosenblum.com
Remember: if you click on the index items below you will immediately skip to that section. Click on your 'back' button to return to the index. Happy navigating!
CONTENTS OF THIS ISSUE
APPLAUSE!
GRADUATE NEWS: -- Joy Hensley
SPOTLIGHT ON -- Action Tags
PROFESSIONAL CONNECTION REPORT: -- Laurie Sanders: Writing
Romance, The Editor's View
FORTHCOMING FORUMS -- Tuesday Forum: Slant
DONNA IPPOLITO TIP OF THE WEEK
PROMPT -- Sense of the Story -- Third Batch
MARKETS -- LitMatch. Agents anyone?
CONTEST CORNER -- Narrative Travel Writing Contest
THE WANT ADS:
REVIEWS AND TIPS: -- The Year of Fog by Michelle
Richmond Reviewed by Amy Fuster
REMINDERS
LOOKING FOR SOMETHING?
Article Index by Topic
Need help with characterization? You're faced with a query letter and you
don't have a clue?
Now you can find what you need with a click of your mouse. (And if you haven't
been using the articles on the website, you're missing some good information at
a very good price -- like free!) Visit the article index and choose your
topic at the top of the page...Christian and Inspirational Fiction? click
Plotting? Romance? click No need to scroll through our ever-expanding
list of articles. Take a look and click on those helpful articles.
APPLAUSE!!!
Don't forget to tell us when you get a yes or a no from the publisher. We'll
cheer you either way! Send news of your sales, your rejections, and of course,
links to that new book, story, or article to MaryRosenblum@forums.longridgewritersgroup.com
And remember to keep a log of your submissions so that you can compete for Most
Persistent Writer this year!
Most Persistent Writer Award Rules: Keep a log of all your submissions; the date you sent it off, the name of the market. Keep your fiction submissions separate from your nonfiction submissions. On August 31, 2009 count up your submissions sent out between September 1, 2008 and August 30, 2009. I don't want the number of acceptances, I want the number of submissions you sent out. Send me that number. It's that simple! I'll ask to see the logs of the winners, but you'll find that log is very useful for you, as well. Our Most Persistent Writer -- the one who has simply gotten the most stories or articles into the mail -- wins a prize. I will offer a Nonfiction and a Fiction award so don't forget to keep your fiction and nonfiction submission lists separate. Yes, contest submissions count, yes, NF query letters count as well as complete submissions, yes, novel query letters to agents or editors count, no, poetry submissions do not count. The prompts here do not count, but any review you send me does. No, Nano drafts don't count either, unless you actually submit it to a publisher. And yes, if you get a rejection and send that piece to another publisher, that is indeed another submission. So if you send something to five publishers and get five rejections, you still have five submissions.
Send in your submission numbers for this year to me at MaryRosenblum@forums.longridgewritersgroup.com. Put Persistent in the subject line. If you're a winner, I will ask you for specific details of what went where, but right now, numbers will do. I must have your numbers by September 26 and I'll announce the winners on October 1.
Judith Glad, of Uncial Press, and my recent guest, has news for us: The Dream Awards are given annually at ArmadilloCon for the best in several categories of books published electronically, as well as in cover art. This year my cover for Ravenwolf won. You can see the cover at http://www.judithbglad.com/heyjude/CoverArt.html and the award at: http://www.dream-realm-awards.net/ca2007.html. Way to go, Judith!!!
You said you wanted all sorts of news, so here's just a bit for you. I
updated my personal website http://www.joyhensley.com/ to make it a bit more
"hip." I'm getting into web design (read: addicted to) and find it's
a great way to procrastinate...I mean, get yourself out there. I'd be glad to
help any of our LR writers/grads if they need a basic webpage. It's great for
publishers and agents to see that you're taking initiative and promoting on
your own before anything major happens. It shows you've got what it takes!
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If you haven't already clicked on her website link do
so. You'll LOVE the picture on the home page. Okay, Joy, I want to know just
how you ended up in all that mud anyway? And she just sent me some breaking
news. Perfect timing, Joy!
Just wanted to give you a quick update. My story, "The Unclaimed Dead," which was one of my assignments for BIP and was published in November at The November 3rd Club http://www.november3rdclub.com/11-07/fiction/hensley.html , has been nominated for the 2008 Best of the Net Anthology! Keep your fingers crossed for me! We sure will, Joy. Good luck!
You don't have to share news of lots of
sales with us. Hey, if you took a long break and are just now getting back to
writing, share that with us. What have you been doing meantime? And good for
you for starting up again! Any news is good news. Send me your LR graduate news
at:
MaryRosenblum@forums.longridgewritersgroup.com
SPOTLIGHT: Action Tags Show, Don’t Tell in Dialogue
You got that list of words in high school, remember? Those words to use in place of 'said', like 'announced' or 'replied' or 'wondered aloud'. Well guess what? You need to tear it up. There's a much better way to eliminate said and at the same time, you can show the scene to the readers and even let them hear the character's tone of voice without needing to use 'he said angrily' or 'she said timidly'. For some real dialogue help read Action Tags Show, Don’t Tell in Dialogue in Writing Craft: Craft
PROFESSIONAL CONNECTION POST A
NOTE CHAT -- Laurie Sanders: Writing Romance: The Editor's View.
Laurie Sanders is the editor/publisher of Black Velvet Seductions a Romance publishing company. You'll find a chat room and contests, prizes, and freebies on her very active publishing website. She'll be on the Post A Note board next week in Professional Connection to answer your questions about writing and publishing Romance.
Be sure to drop by next week: September 8 - September 12.
Tuesday, we'll be talking about Slant. This is the key to breaking into the Nonfiction market and once you master it, you'll begin to sell your work. If you haven't tried the chat rooms yet, Visit our Using the New Chat Rooms for instructions on how to use our lovely new chat site! For the Forums, enter (you'll find yourself in the Lounge) and select the Auditorium from the pull-down menu at the top of the page. I'll see you there for our next Forum.
OUR NEXT TUESDAY LUNCHBOX
FORUM meets Tuesday, September 2. Let's talk about slant. It's the key to selling in the
nonfiction universe.
The TUESDAY LUNCHBOX FORUM begins at:
10AM Pacific
11AM Mountain
12 Noon Central
1PM Eastern
2PM Atlantic/Canada.
OUR NEXT FRIDAY AFTER HOURS
FORUM meets September 12. We're
going to talk about strong versus weak prose.
The AFTER HOURS FORUM begins at:
5PM Pacific
6 PM Mountain
7PM Central
8 PM Eastern
9 PM Atlantic/Canada.
All Forums take place on the Chat Site , in the Auditorium.
Check the Calendar Page and this newsletter for other dates!
And check out our archived Forum Transcripts.
Writing tips from Donna Ippolito, Long Ridge instructor.
Donna Ippolito has been writing, editing, and teaching others to write for more than 20 years. From 1985 to 2001, she was editor-in-chief at FASA Corporation, a Chicago publisher that packaged best-selling science fiction and fantasy novel lines for Penguin Books and Time-Warner. These included the popular BattleTech, Shadowrun, Earthdawn, and Vor series. So check out her websites at www.expert-editor.com and http://dreamscoop.blogspot.com/.
Prior to that, Ms. Ippolito was an editor at the Swallow Press, a prestigious publisher of both literary and commercial titles. Writers published by Swallow include celebrated novelist Anaïs Nin; Jungian analyst Linda Leonard; futurist Robert Theobald; Zen poet Lucien Stryk; and distinguished anthropologist W. Y. Evans-Wentz. She also worked as a senior editor for Consumer Digest and was a founding editor of Black Maria, a quarterly journal of women’s writing. Today, she is a freelance editor whose clients include Powersuasions, Inc., Ohio University Press, Chicago Architecture Foundation, Publications International, and the American Library Association.
Ms. Ippolito’s own fiction and articles include stories and reviews published in Sunday Clothes, East West Journal, Small Press Review, Journal of the West, and others. She has been listed in Contemporary Authors, Encyclopedia of Short Fiction Writers, and Poets & Writers.
Do you have a question for Donna? Here's your chance to ask her something. Email your question about all things writing to me and I'll pass it on so that she can answer it in the next Newsletter issue. You can mail your question to me at: MaryRosenblum@forums.longridgewritersgroup.com
The prompt is now closed. Check out our
submissions, stay tuned for my 'First Picks' and 'Winner' and don't worry...if
you missed this one, we'll have more.
Here's the challenge: I want a 250 word scene that engages all five senses. I'm
going to give points for the creativity of how you work the senses into the
scene. If it's obvious that the scene was only created to run the character
through the use of all five senses, I won't be impressed. If the senses support
the scene without being obviously the main reason for the scene in the first
place, I will be impressed. Extra 'points' for creativity and for a
complete story, but a complete story is not necessary.
THIRD BATCH
Patricia J. Weaver
"Answer me!" I screamed but the roar
of the diesel motor propelling the Farris Wheel made it impossible for anyone
to hear. Smoke puffed from the exhaust and the bitter acid flumes burnt my
nose. I searched the crowd, from the long lines waiting to board the rides to
the game booths. "Where are you," I whispered as I turned hoping to
catch a glimpse of the plaid jacket he wore.
Suddenly, my world tilted and I laid face down in the dirt. I felt rocks bury
in my palms and tasted blood where my mouth kissed the ground.
A young man helped me up and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, thank you." I looked over the man's shoulder and said,
"There he is!" I stumbled toward the Merry-Go-Round, never taking my
eyes off the figure on the purple horse. I pushed pass the carnival worker and
jumped on the moving ride."Dad?"
"Hey, Julie. Ain't this a pretty horse? Watch how it moves up and
down."
"Dad, you can't just run off. You have to stay with me or you'll get
lost."
"Okay, Julie. Do you hear that weird music? Sounds like a kid pecking on a
piano." Dad's silver head nodded toward the mirrored center. "Do you
smell cotton candy?"
Gently, I put both his hands around the gold pole, "Hold on, I'll get you
some when the ride stops." I rubbed Dad's back, "Promise you won't
run off again."
"Okay, eh... what's your name again?"
Nice use of the senses and they’re totally part of this touching tale of daughter and aging Dad at the county fair. Nice sense of her anxiety and her feelings for him.
Ann Wehner
"Are we
there?" asked six-year old Mike, blinded by the overhead light as Meg
checked the map for Wesley. It was midnight as the travelers approached
Owensboro, Kentucky for the IBMA bluegrass festival. "Soon, darling,"
replied his Mom.
The threesome planned to tent for a week, playing and listening to the music
they loved. Tenting provided an alternative to the expensive rooms in the hotel
where most of the IBMA convention was held. No place provided better access to
bluegrass jams than being out with the "grass-roots" folks - Wesley
with his banjo, Meg with her guitar. They didn't mind tenting and Mike
preferred the taste of hot dogs over anything else.
Shy Wesley had warned Mike about arriving at this late hour, possibly waking
others. In the new extended-cab truck, he finally pulled into the campground.
The smell of campfires and the Ohio River wafted on the night air. Mike had
gone back to sleep. Meg combed her fingers through his hair, shaking him awake.
Wesley guided the truck into a camping slot, opened the door quietly, and moved
through the area checking for hook-ups. As he eased the door closed -- the
LOUD, CLANGING, BEEPING, ANNOYING sound of the new truck's alarm system blared.
Wesley panicked, pushing buttons on the automatic door control in his attempt
to turn off the alarm. Meg tried to hold in her laughter, but just couldn't.
Mike laughed with her.
Years later, Wesley finally learned to laugh about his "Alarming
Arrival" in Owensboro.
Very nice, humorous tale, Ann. This will be stronger if you do it in limited third POV through the senses of one character, or as a first person narrative. Try it that way.
Sheila B. Renfro
I woke to the sound of windows rattling. A
diesel truck with its motor running shuttered and died. I lay there a few
moments dazed, trying to recall what that sound meant. Then I shot out of bed
and ran to the door. Mother was already up and outside. Her housecoat a pink
print glowed in the dark.
"Daddy's home!" I squealed. The rocks in the driveway nipped at my
feet, but I didn't care, Daddy was home. Ever since we moved and Daddy took up
driving a truck, I would watch the reflection of headlights circle around my
room until I couldn't hold my eyes open anymore. I always felt safe when Daddy
was home. Everything would be all right now. I ran until he bent down to catch
me and I kissed his neck. It tasted salty, but I didn't care.
"Ewe, what's that smell?"
Dad chuckled, "That's probably the diesel fuel you smell."
"Yuck" I stood back, he looked so tired but glad to see us welcoming
him home. He handed me a bag with his dirty clothes. I pinched my nose and held
the bag as far away from me as I could. On the way back to the house I heard
Mom ask Dad how long he would be home this time.
"Just long enough to eat breakfast and then I have to go."
"No you just got here," I moaned.
"I'll be back soon," he said.
And so a new tradition began.
Nice job of using all the senses, Sheila, and good kid POV here. Nice sense of her uncomplicated welcome!
Sherry Kinser
My stomach wretches as I stop the truck. The
tangled vines, thorns protruding and lank with fruit, tower overhead. An odd
reek-weeds, dust, oil-skulks beneath the musky, dark-smell of the swollen
blackberries. Fecund.
"Come on, Mom!" Jacob scrambles out, pans clanging. A last beam of
sunlight from this fading day briefly lights up his face.
He's thirteen next month; hard to believe. Changing so fast, want to grab time
and stop it for a minute. Want to grab him, but I don't. Instead, I sit in the
truck, door open now. I watch as he breaks path through the summer-dry weeds,
stems crackling, seeds scattering, grasshoppers scrambling. Should I warn him
about something? Rattlesnakes? How does a mother let go, trusting that child
has learned of the dangers in this world? Jacob plucks a berry into his mouth:
grimace-not so sweet, I deduce.
I rub my hands; remember the pain, the swelling, the trails of blood, bee
stings. How many thousands of those delicate globes of juice had I picked,
season after season, when Jacob was small? Go out in the first light of morning
fog, pick the berry, battle the thorn. Ten years ago, it was worthwhile to take
my produce into town to sell. Back then, I could buy gas and have enough money
for a bag or two of groceries. Those days might be gone, but the berries are
still here. Conquering the bitterness gorging my throat, I step out to help my
son.
Nice use of senses, Sherry, and good sense of the narrator’s emotion here.
Adejobi Seun
Kristin was enjoying her new ride; she was
chewing a chewing-gum that taste like strawberry-vanilla mix and listening to a
music which stopped, to announce the opening of the new Jurassic Period Park.
"Well, I'll come when I see a real tyrannosaurus." She said giggling.
But the thought never left her mind.
Soon everywhere began to fog making seeing impossible, even with headlights.
She stopped, but never cut the engine. She heard a loud roar like a lion with
sour throat, she search around, saw nothing, but felt strong footsteps. She
opened her door and got out, knew it was bad idea especially when she smells
rotten flesh in the vicinity, but had to know what's coming.
She was twenty feet from her ride, flashlight in hand when she saw it come out
of the fog, arms stretched for her - A Tyrannosaurus. She went stock-still,
inches for the tyrannosaurus to grab her; Kristin leaped out of the way. It
came back and back. She summoned all her cheerleading and gymnastic skills to
evade the dangerous claws; then she start thinking of having a gun, and from
nowhere, two AK-47s appeared in her hands - stunned, she stopped moving. Snapping-out
as the tyrannosaurus was reaching for her, she open fire. The extinct creature
slumped with a loud thud. Standing up, she walked to the dead tyrannosaurus.
She begin looking around as if dreaming but wish she could have her jeep back
and on her way home - instantly it was as she wish.
Fun adventure, Adejobi. Work on your tenses. That’ll help this read smoothly!
Gerardine Gail Baugh
"Matt please look at me!" Pleading
Kylie, tried to look into my eyes. I avoided her gaze. She wasn't the women I
knew, not my Kylie. Grabbing my hand she pressed it to her warm breast.
"Feel my heart beating. I'm real! This isn't your imagination!" She
laughed oddly; "Don't try to analyze what's happening." She tilted
her head. A quirky gesture I use to love. Now, it confused me.
"You don't have heat stroke." Kylie kept moving close as she talked.
Her scent was wrong. I pulled my hand angrily, from hers. My beautiful wife is
dead. Damn it, I'm dead. This doesn't make any sense.
"I need water." I muttered, disorientated "I have a strange
metallic taste in my mouth." This can't be real. I must be back in my
ship; floating in space; running out of air. I stumbled backwards, kicking up
the hot sand. My crew sat under a make shift tent. I could hear the babies
crying in the ship. Their mother wasn't reacting to the sound. She was staring
off across the sand dunes. Anger welled up inside me, "Rachael, your babies
need you!"
She slowly turned towards me, blinking rapidly, mentally confused. "What
the hell is going on Captain?" Turning she knelt in the sand, insanely
digging until she uncovered her own corpse. A lifeless Rachael, half buried,
eyes, dried cracking like stale crackers. Her mouth was slightly opened filled
with sand. Her body was more than decomposing. It was crumbling into dust.
Vivid scene, Gerardine! You’re missing the sense of touch, but the dreamlike, hallucinatory quality of the scene is very strong.
Joe Wilson
He made his way slowly up the steep slope. He could see the mouth of the lair up ahead. He placed each foot precisely, feeling the rocks under his feet, careful not to make a sound. He knew she was close to laying her eggs and would be short tempered, he also hoped it would make her sleep late. He made his way around the scattered bits of dwarven armor to the edge of the entrance. He listened for movement inside and heard a deep growl and then a thunderous rumble. He eased his head around the edge for a look as a cloud of sulfurous methane billowed out of the cave. The stench clogged his nostrils and he could taste the bile rising to the back of his throat, (Dwarves did disgusting things to a dragon's digestive system). He staggered back from the toxic onslaught and stumbled into a pile of helmets. He saw her turn toward the noise, her eyes narrowing as she blew fire and steam from her nose. He knew he was in trouble, off balance, half blinded by tears, and still fighting his gag reflex, he only had seconds before she spotted him. He found strength from deep inside, stood tall and faced the fearsome red behemoth. He managed to make a grimace look like a smile and said boldly, "Hi honey I'm home" wondering again why he didn't listen to his mother and marry a nice green dragon.
Okay, I’m laughing, Joe! Nice punchline after all that building suspense. A dragon with gas! Yikes!
Nancy Anderson
Jack gripped the rusted railing, bracing
himself as the Ellie Mae plowed into a giant wave's crest. He felt the jagged
surface imprint into his palms while the thunderous wave swept over him. Water
whipped across his back crushing him into the railing. Warm blood spread across
his cold lips. Tasting the mixture of iron and salt, he licked his split lip,
salty water dripping from his face.
Spray hissed, shooting past him like pellets from a shotgun. Frothing foam
scurried and whirled across the deck, entwining his legs like tentacles
dragging him toward the sea it sought. Moving forward, he heard the faint hum
of the bilge pumps challenging the howling winds and growling seas. His boots
full of icy water felt like anchors -- each step a struggle.
Salt and water permeated the air entrapping the acrid smoke of the overworked
pumps. It swirled all around him. His nostrils burned and stung from the
disagreeable smell with each inhalation making it difficult to breathe.
Darkened skies lit up as the lightning hit the sea, thunder echoing across the
deck. He took those moments to move hand over hand along the railing toward the
pumps.
The Ellie Mae shuddered and groaned under the watery barrage fighting to break
through the wave engulfing her. As she rose above it, he saw the next monstrous
wave rising before them. The Ellie Mae raced up it. Jack reached the entrance
to the bilge pumps as she plunged defiantly into another snarling crest.
Nice sense of a storm here, Nancy. When you’re writing a really gripping, dramatic scene like this, try using spare, sensory language rather than more poetic, metaphorical language which blurs the dramatic impact.
MARKET NEWS
-- LitMatch, a
resource for finding agents.
Okay, so this isn't a market exactly. Well, indirectly it is, I guess, since
the agent will market your novel. This is an agent database that allows you to
browse agents and agencies both in the US and abroad. There is no charge and
they supply submission guidelines where available. I browed the SF agents (I
know them pretty well) and the data base seems to be quite accurate. I am
guessing that a 'no guidelines available' means that this agent prefers to
accept clients only through referrals rather than by direct submission. If
you're looking for an agent, this is a good place to find contact information.
Of course, be a wise consumer and check ANY agent with Preditors and
Editors!
SUZANNE LILLY'S
CONTEST CORNER --
Suzanne Lilly is a writer, teacher, and graduate of the
Long Ridge Writers Group. She blogs about teaching and writing at http://www.teacherwriter.net.
Her complete bio is at http://www.suzannelilly.com
Welcome to the Newsletter, Suzanne, and thanks for the contest tips!
- 52PerfectDays.com Travel Writing Contest
- Entry Fee: FREE
- Deadline: October 31, 2008
- Guidelines: http://www.52perfectdays.com/2008-travel-writing-contest
If you have a favorite place to visit, you can write about it and enter this contest. 52PerfectDays.com is looking for travel writing on little known destinations within the United States. In 750-1,000 words, describe your perfect itinerary for your favorite spot. The essay should not be a travelogue, but rather, a guide to the most enjoyable experience in that location. The website has very clear guidelines, so be sure to check them out.
- Potlatch is a small literary science fiction convention held on the west coast. We are planning the 2009 con, to be held in Sunnyvale, CA (near San Jose) February 27 - March 1, 2009. See our website, http://www.potlatch-sf.org.
- How many copies of your book have you sold in the past year? No matter who your publisher is, and especially if you have self-published, I would like to know how many copies you sold in the first year after you published your book. I am compiling a survey so that novice writers will have a realistic idea of what their sales will be with the various publishing options available, from NY publisher through self-publishing. I would like the name of the publisher and the number of books sold in the first year. I won't report your name, just the publisher's name and the sales. You can send your sales information to me at:
MaryRosenblum@forums.longridgewritersgroup.com Thanks!
Don't forget, if you need expert help, if you want a critique partner, if you're a publisher and you need submissions for your new contest, this is the place for your free ad! Send your want ad to me at: MaryRosenblum@forums.longridgewritersgroup.com and I'll post it here. Don't forget to include contact information so that people can reach you with their responses.
The Year of Fog by Michelle Richmond
Bantam Discovery, $12.00
Reviewed by Amy Fuster
Here is the truth, this is what I know: I was reading a book by a certain
author. Her work absorbs me completely. I can't look away, can't put the book
down.
The Year of Fog begins at the climax of the story in the first chapter. What
could be worse than the moment a child goes missing? Author Michelle Richmond
details exactly what could be worse. Her staccato phrases, so factual, yet so
emotional, reveal a sweet blend of Abby, the main character. She is flawed
enough to be forgiven, and analytical enough to be driven. Abby drops her
photography career and everything else in a sometimes crazy, often dangerous,
ever widening search for the missing Emma, her almost-step-daughter. If only
she hadn't looked away for just a few seconds in the San Francisco fog.
This is no light, airy, angel-food-cake, type of book. If anything, it is a
pound cake, thick and rich. There is not a single wasted word. Descriptions so
real you can feel your fingertips tracing the embroidery on Emma's shoe.
Emotions so vivid you can feel each second tick by as Abby's heart yearns for
resolution.
Abby never loses hope, even beyond the point that it is rational to remain
hopeful. Even when Emma's father, Jake, can't stand to keep hope alive, and
must dash it in order to go on living. Abby relies on sheer determination, and
a tenacity that begins to resemble absurdity, sometimes close to insanity.
This novel is less about the anguish of loss, than about the anguish of guilt,
and its ability to wreck from within. As Abby tries to put things to right,
what she wants most is to bring back the missing puzzle piece, to develop her
intended picture of a whole family. She cannot rest until that snapshot
includes Emma.
The fog of Abby's memory parts slightly, as she struggles to break through it,
to remember just one more detail, one more clue that might lead her to Emma.
She chases down the faintest rays of possibility. But when the light shines
through will she like what she sees? How do you move forward when part of you
is lost in the fog?
You'll have to read The Year of Fog to find out. That's my best advice, foggy
as it might seem.
Thank you, Amy, for a very professional review here! Nice job and it sounds
like a very interesting book.
Send your reviews to me at: MaryRosenblum@forums.longridgewritersgroup.com
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