Hi everyone,
Today M.S Kaye is dropping by to say hello. This is one of
the stops on her ‘Publishing Tip Blog Tour’.
M.S is talking about how to effectively use the Novel and
Short Story Writer’s Market Digest.
Thanks
for having me!
Welcome to my Publishing Tips Blog Tour. I’ve put
together ten short, easy tips that have been invaluable on my journey to
publication. Follow my tour to see them all. Tour stops will be posted on my
website: http://booksbymsk.com/?page_id=428
Stop
5: How to Use the Novel and Short Story
Writer’s Market
If you
don’t know what this book is: published by Writer’s Digest, it’s the go-to
guide for agents, publishers, literary journals, contests, online markets, etc.
And there are great articles about the writing business. When you’re trying to get your work out there, start here.
However, Writer’s Digest does
not endorse the entries, so you have to be careful (see my next blog tour stop
about this).
Here’s
my method for using this book:
·
Make notes in the margins for
the genres they take. Example: YA for young adult, RS for romantic suspense, W
for women’s. Or if they don’t take any of my genres, I mark the entry with an X
so I know not to waste time looking at this entry again.
·
Note if they do not take email
queries. Most do, so I only mark the ones that don’t with “no E.”
·
Mark if they’re recommended or
not recommended by PreditorsandEditors.com (more on this site in the next blog
tour stop). If I see anything negative about this agent/publisher/magazine
online, I mark the entry with an X.
·
When I send a query, I write
the book title (or initials of the book title) and the date.
·
When (if) I receive a response,
I write that underneath the book title: “5/19/14 partial requested” or “5/19/14
No.”
Now I
have all the information about my interactions with this
agent/publisher/magazine easily accessible, and it’ll make the submissions
process for the next article/story/book much quicker.
Strong as Death
Book one of the Born from Death series
by M.S.
Kaye
Ilona
runs from her sheltering mother in order to find the truth, why she’s seeing
people who are invisible to everyone else. A mysterious boy named Archer guides
her through Brooklyn and introduces her to Hendrick, the man who claims to be
her father—though he died in 1890. Ilona must discover not only what she must
do to rid the city of Soll, a sadistic and powerful spirit, but also what it
means to be half ghost. She proves what her mother told her—love is stronger
than death.
Excerpt:
Another twenty yards and she’d be out of
the darkness of the trees and almost to the sidewalk, within reach of the light
from the streetlamps.
A figure stepped out from behind a large
oak, directly into Ilona’s path.
Ilona stopped and searched for a way
around.
“What are you doing?” a rough voice
growled.
Ilona recognized it immediately, even
before she registered Archer’s face.
“It’s none of your business what I’m
doing,” she said.
He moved closer. “You’re making it
goddamned impossible to protect you.”
“You can’t
protect me.”
His jaw tightened, and he glared. “What
in the hell do you think I’ve been doing?”
“I’m honestly not sure.”
His voice rose. “You’d be lying frozen
dead in a gutter right now if it wasn’t for me. You saw what happened in the
shelter—you’d have been attacked by now if I hadn’t been around.”
Her tone was quiet, calm. “I know how you
scared them away.”
“I told you I have a talent for creating
fear. It comes in useful.”
“But you don’t like it.”
He said nothing.
“And I know you’ve been around,” she
said.
He raised his eyebrows as if she was
being slow.
“Before you asked me if I was lost,” she
said. “You were there—when the car hit me.”
His expression sobered.
She waited for a response.
Finally, he said, “I’ve been around.”
“Will you answer one question? And be
honest?”
“I give as much honesty as I can.”
Her lips curved a little. That was
perhaps the most honest response he had yet given.
She moved closer, and he backed away.
“No,” she said.
He stopped.
“When you turned the corner and asked if
I was lost,” she said, “you leaned your shoulder on the wall. How did you do
that?”
His eyebrows pulled together.
“You’re really good at it,” she said. “It
took me awhile to realize you never actually touch anything, that you stay out
of the light, that you don’t get cold, your breath doesn’t come out in puffs in
the cold like everyone else’s, you never let anyone close, near enough to
realize you have no scent, to feel the static when you get too close.”
He took a step back, as if in
self-defense.
“Don’t
try to lie anymore,” she said. “I know what you are.”
Buy
Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B00KDIN5D8/ref=mp_s_a_1_4?qid=1400369357&sr=1-4&pi=AC_SX110_SY165_QL70
Author Bio:
M.S. Kaye has several
published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with
her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the
sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.
Contact
M. S. Kaye at:
www.Twitter.com/MSKosciuszko (Yes, that’s my real last name. See why I use
a pen name?)
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7222522.M_S_Kaye
Thanks so much for stopping by!
Nicóle
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