Posted on December 2, 2013 by betsylerner
A few weeks ago, a writer responded to my call for the next Fifty Shades of Gray with a trilogy, the first installment of which was #9 on Amazon’s e-bestseller list. Intrigued, I asked to see the novel. I’ll confess, I’d only read erotica when I was bunking in with Martha Stewart at ye olde correctional facility. Long story short, we had a terrific auction for Night Owl and sold the trilogy to St. Martin’s. This is truly one of those rags to riches stories, one of the crazy great moments in an agent’s life when you feel you’ve actually made a difference in a writer’s life. I signed on to work with M. Pierce because of how much this writer had already accomplished and how much talent there was to burn. That’s really what I’m looking for. Not the next Fifty Shades of someone else’s warmed over genre, but writers who will work chained to a laptop in the basement with only ramen and overripe avocados to eat. Check it out and I’ll see you on the other side. Love, B
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Posted on November 17, 2013 by betsylerner
The bottom line is no one cares if you don’t write. No one asked you to. No one will die. There are chipmunks who work harder than you. You didn’t need to buy that Moleskin. You forgot you had one anyway. No one said: a poem please. No cried out when you sat down, mid-poem, because you couldn’t bleat another line, a lifetime ago on Minetta Lane. Do not ask what your writing can do for you. Do not got to therapy and crawl inside your inner ear. Did you ever think it was a gift from god? To stop? You won’t have to eat. You need not sing. You don’t have to be anything. When you remember those pages rocking out to sea, remember how good it felt to not reach for a simile. My face and your ass. Is like.
Do you ever think of quitting? Please be as negative as possible.
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Posted on October 31, 2013 by betsylerner
When I was in college, I had a friend whose father was a dry cleaner. He referred to his work as ”pressing the piss out of other men’s pants.”
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Posted on October 7, 2013 by betsylerner
CONGRATULATIONS To my most G client, William Todd Schultz on the publication of his new biography of Elliott Smith, TORMENT SAINT.
Here’s a spotify list: http://open.spotify.com/user/meg.ernst/playlist/6fpTyvd96SC2ZZ4pXUtYnk
Please tell every Elliott Smith fan you know. Or people interested in the Portland indie music scene. Or understanding the tragic lives of young, gifted artists who didn’t make it. Todd has also written books about two of my favorite artists, Diane Arbus and Truman Capote. Brilliant psychological portraits that don’t attempt to explain a person’s life or choices, but brings you in as close as possible to understanding the forces and obsessions that compelled each artist to do their work, and how their work failed to save them.
October 3, 2013,
Randall Roberts, Los Angeles Times
Ten years ago this November singer-songwriter Elliott Smith, then 34, died in an Echo Park bungalow from two knife stabs to the chest. According to William Todd Schultz’s “Torment Saint: The Life of Elliott Smith,” a clear-eyed and devastating new biography of the gifted and troubled artist, his death, likely a suicide, was inevitable. The only questions were how and when. read more…
What’s the saddest song you know?
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