Recently, a fellow author mentioned he was stuck on moving his scene forward. I suggested he write the scene from the point of view of the chair. Or in his case, the avenging ape. Sometimes, changing orientation, just for fun, provokes new threads that wind back to the work at hand. Continue reading
Testing a new title for this manuscript. Below is the summary. Do comment on the possible new title. Alternatives welcome.
An historical fiction novel that spans from 1915 to 1942 and reflects the emergence of the American Dream by way of an Eastern European Jew and his triumphs in spite of anti-Semitism. Continue reading
The statistic that less than 5% of those works presented to agents and editors are accepted has long been a mystery to me. Yesterday, I participated in a workshop, “First Page.” I now understand why so many manuscripts are rejected and why they are rejected so quickly. Continue reading
The Porsche needed an oil change. I drove the few miles to Aaron’s Autowerks and was greeted by his sister, Lee, and a bag of Rugula. “Have a cookie.” Continue reading
EPILOGUE
Ben woke me up at three this morning. My fists were clenched and my body so tense my leg cramped. His anger and tortured soul are still so much with me as I write his story that I am irritable and do not want to leave the house. I am fearful and trust no one. I don’t want to interact on even the most superficial level. And the dreams are back. Continue reading
Benjamin Bernstein, American morphs into Jew Mechanic.A long time in coming and with a decidedly painful birthing, Jew Mechanic springs forth from my digital pen. Continue reading