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AGE: 44
LOC: Simi Valley, CA
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: September 21

I’ve worked in bookselleing and speant time at the feet of great writers for the past twenty years. I know a lot about how the industry works and am willing to give advice to anyone who wants it, but please remember – no one can promise to get you published – or especially to make your book successful – that depends on you. Go here: www.sfwa.com for a huge amount of important info that will help writers of all genres. And never deal with people who require money up front. The industry standard is that everyone – the publisher, the agent and the publicist – even marketing advisors – gets paid when you do, not before.

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Short Story / Tooken by the Ghost
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Tooken by the Ghost By Yancey Malachi Cates “Angel, rock me to sleep, In the cradle of love Bare me over the deep To the heaven above. When the shadow shall fall And the Savior shall call Angel, rock me to sleep In the cradle of love” Angel , rock me to sleep. All parents have expectations of their children. Some parents ask only love and obedience, others ask for tyrannical perfection. My father was a Cates, and in the small Holler we live in, that name was synonymous with thief and scoundre...
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Short Story / Evangeline
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Evangeline By Yancey Malachi Cates O then I was struck like a man that was slain The tears from my eyes fell like showers of rain, My grief, my grief, it is more than I can bear My true love is in her grave and I wish I was there (Excerpt – Charming Beauty Bright – Carter Family) I had a book tucked under my arm – my book, the proud new winner of the American Book Award and nothing but time on my hands. What else is a country boy to do, newly degreed, newly lauded but to revel in his heady fr...
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Short Story / Evangeline
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Evangeline By Yancey Malachi Cates O then I was struck like a man that was slain The tears from my eyes fell like showers of rain, My grief, my grief, it is more than I can bear My true love is in her grave and I wish I was there (Excerpt – Charming Beauty Bright – Carter Family) I had a book tucked under my arm – my book, the proud new winner of the American Book Award and nothing but time on my hands. What else is a country boy to do, newly degreed, newly lauded but to revel in his heady fr...
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Her doctor said, “No more Alcohol”. Of all the ludicrous things I’ve ever heard. She is 80 years old and it’s her only remaining pleasure. Every day, in the afternoon she has a gin and tonic, as she has for as long as she would care to remember. It is the penultimate ritual in a life governed by rituals. She rises in the morning and the litany of pain begins. There is the act of simply rising. She doesn’t complain, she is too strong for that, but she can’t disguise the held breath, the slight...
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Query Letter / The Song of Lazarus
I saw the little boy peering around the curtain with his unsigned virgin white cast (Nice touch) “Why do you even bother, Doc?” he asked. “This guy won’t live long enough to ever see the streets again. We’ll just have to feed and house him in the meantime.” (Would a cop say this in front of a doctor? They first part troubles me, it sounds like a death threat and I'd hope a peace officer would be smart enough to not say something like that in fron of witnesses.) :) The drug entered me like a v...
I love this poem. It's really good erotic poetry, which is really hard to write. It has lovely, romantic imagery, the Italian light thing really gets me. :) I really dig this. However, I as I have said before, it's really difficult to get an agent for poetry. However once more, I think you can definately get this published. Writer's digest is having poetry contest!
Poetry / Life
And with that sigh - fly - way up high, or Sigh - fly way up high! Here is one small suggestion. Poetry is more an art then prose. Sometimes it's what you don't say - or the way you punctuate. When you write poetry, think like this. A comma is when you hesitate. A period is when you take a breath. A dash is when you hold for effect. Capitols are emphisis IT"S SHOUTING!. There is a great deal of feeling in this poem that needs to be punctuated. Also, EIther be a slave to rhyne scheme and meter...
Short Story / The Wych-Elm. (Extract)
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Poetry / Gods Of War
OK, you'll see that I put very low scores on attracting and agent. It's almost impossible to find an agent for poetry - so that has nothing to do with you or your poem. It's just how the industry is. It's also kind of hard to find a market for poetry, but if your interested, try either the Writer's DIgest poetry contest or City Light's book store - they have a publishing arm and do a lot of poetry. That being said - You have a great deal of courage in your subject matter. I am a Huge Yeats fa...