Put me in coach!

Novelists have the gift of perspicacity--undervalued at the moment as the reading landscape is clogged with information on how to live forever cancer-free-Alzheimer's-immune and in a series of satisfying relationship because OMG! we're outliving our friends--unlucky unprepared bubs who weren't on alert.  So who wants to read novelists whose big gift is to tell you how things end which is badly and pretty soon? That's why the novel is in remission. The only hopeful literature out there are extraordinary stories of ordinary people who have made it laughing and screaming through a tough part of their life to...okay, another tough part, but that's the most you can hope for isn't it: that you wake up another day still in the game. The best stories are of how real people made it without the superpowers of enormous talent or great beauty or a trust fund.  Although--the best part?-- they find out they had superpowers no one could see without the magic goggles of great writing--which is, yes, perspicacity.  Here's the ad: Blue Heron Book Works specializes in these uncommonly fine memoirs.  And here's the fun part: I will be joining my colleagues Nic Esposito, Nate Pritt and Mark Harris on June 6 at the Moravian Writer's Conference to talk about our Independent Publishing ventures and what it means to curate the culture.  I'd love to talk to you about what you're writing and maybe I can find you a pair of magic goggles that fit.