Thoughts, News & Events
Thu, 15 Sep 2016
You know that last post?
The one about the Christmas dream?
I should have been more clear.
I meant the Christmas of 2015, but I'm not picky.
Christmas of 2016 will do.
In fact, I would prefer it.
So much has changed since I last wrote:
I took a part-time paying job to help meet mortgage payments on our old house until it sold. (Yep. I am now a taxonomy specialist. Ever hear of that? Neither had I, but it's kind of cool.)
My mother-in-law broke her hip and came to live with us. (She calls herself my fifth child, but don't let her fool you. She's 88, but she's already back in the commander's seat, itching to permanently move back home.)
My agent and I agreed to switch submissions strategies after only a handful of publishers, shelving the thriller for a bit while we push the rewritten mystery/suspense series. (Working on book three of the series now!)
So my time has not been my own and the timing for my debut into the publishing world would not have been great.
At least, that's how I rationalize the situation to quell by my impatience.
Distraction is key, so I plan to hunker down for the upcoming months and devote any free time to my work-in-progress. But I hope you'll forgive me if I steal a few moments to toss pennies into fountains with my eyes closed, cross my fingers and write a few letters to Santa.
Christmas of 2016 is only 100 days away.
Anyone know of a stocking appropriate for a book contract?
Close the door. Write with no one looking over your shoulder. Don't try to figure out what other people want to hear from you; figure out what you have to say. It's the one and only thing you have to offer.--Barbara Kingsolver
Writing is not a genteel profession. It's quite nasty and tough and kind of dirty. --Rosemary Mahoney
"I can’t help but to write, I have a inner need for it. If I’m not in the middle of some literary project, I’m utterly lost, unhappy and distressed. As soon as I get started, I calm down."--Kaari Utrio
The morning cup of coffee has an exhilaration about it which the cheering influence of the afternoon or evening cup of tea cannot be expected to reproduce.--Oliver Wendell Holmes
"It's tougher than Himalayan yak jerky on january. But, as any creative person will tell you, there are days when there's absolutely nothing sweeter than creating something from nothing. "--Richard Krzemien
I am a galley slave to pen and ink.--Honore de Balzac
About Lori Duffy Foster
I was born and raised in the Adirondack
Mountains of New York State, which is the setting of my first novel, Spring
Melt. I am sister to seven siblings. I am a graduate of SUNY-Oswego
(BA) and of Binghamton University (MA). For 11 years, I wrote about
everything--crime, education, politics, the military, running, Native American
affairs--for The (Syracuse, N.Y.) Post-Standard.
That's where I met my awesome husband, Tom, co-author of Their Darkest Day,
an account of the terrorist bombing of Pan Am Flight 103.
When I became a mother, I
gave up my full-time career to be home with our kids. I have
taught college English as an adjunct; worked as a technical writer;
freelanced as a writer and editor; and started up my own Web-based business. In
my spare time I write novels. My short stories have been published in Aethlon,
a journal of sports literature, and in the 2011 Short Story America Anthology.
I am a writer,
but I refuse to call myself an author until at least one of those books
sees print (at someone else's expense).
I have lived all over the country--in
New York State, Florida, Arizona, Ohio and, currently, in
northern Pennsylvania. And my hope is that one of these days,
my husband and I will be able to take our kids around the country and
throughout the world.