Showing posts with label Brenda Sue Cowley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brenda Sue Cowley. Show all posts
Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Ratty seems to have flown off in his purple ironing board and Lily's distracted, knitting peggy squares for a friend who has produced a litter of lilac Peterbalds and needs all the woollens she can lays paws on. Isgar and Dasychord are itching to make something happen. Their hedgehoglet friend, Apostrophe, does whatever they do, in miniature
So, what is happening?
There's a fresh batch of Slightly Peculiar Love Stories excerpts ready for perusal, by Claire Beynon, Latika Vasil, Brenda Sue Cowley and Linda Niccol.
I've spent time following helpful hints about SEO (search engine optimisation) and am having a few changes put in place this week. Let's see if the collection of slightly odd phrases inserted in the website's pages and meant to sound/look natural will draw throngs to Rosa Mira Books.
I've had a couple of wonderful offers of help recently from publishing students. I'll tell you more about those when they are taken up. I'm saying, Yes, please!
Dorothee has been cooking up a treat which is almost ready to be served – a tantalising side dish to The Glass Harmonica. Speaking of which, have you listen to this entertaining piece of William' Zeitler's, written and performed expressly for the recent transit of Venus?
The English pages of Amigas have been designed; the Spanish ones won't be far behind, and the cover will soon be ready for display.
I have a couple of exceptional manuscripts in the pipeline.
All is well. Slow but well.
Thursday, 16 June 2011
Brenda Sue Cowley on coming to heel
Penelope: How strange. The image I'd formed of Brenda Sue since she sent her story to be considered for Slightly Peculiar Love Stories couldn't be more different from the one she sent yesterday of the athletic young person you see here. Nonetheless (or perhaps therefore) our exchanges have been lively, and I'm taken with the heart in her work.
Brenda Sue: I walk on tippy toes. I've done it since childhood, as have many of my family members, leading me to believe it is a hereditary trait.
Walking on tip-toes (usually reserved for puttering around the kitchen, slipping to the bathroom at night, climbing stairs ... and walking towards the computer) is a bad habit.
It also has adverse physical effects such as (but not limited to) the deterioration of the arch in the foot and the shortening of the Achilles' heel — making it even more of a weakness.
I met Penelope while walking on tippy toe. A very close friend had died an untimely and earth-shattering death, two years ago this summer. Someone stepped into my life, and plugged me into a writing group here in Salt Lake City, Utah. And that is where I met a woman named Dorothee Kocks. I tip-toed towards Dorothee (The Glass Harmonica), a new friend at the time, who quickly became a life-long friend. Dorothee felt I might have something for Penelope, and that Penelope might have something for me.
On tip-toe, I reached across the world to Penelope and our finger tips touched. Now, while I head towards this publication, I am standing in a correct, upright position – feet spread on the floor, shoulder width apart, and toes gently splayed.
Reading these blog postings have inspired me not only to correct my poor physical habits, but to correct some writing habits as well.
Like not walking on tippy toe towards the computer when I think I might be onto something.
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