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January 2014 Writing Show – Great Expectations: The Realities of Self-publishing

January 23rd, 2014

Doing it yourself can bring big rewards and big challenges. Navigating both writing and publishing your book can be tricky, especially if you don’t know what to expect. Learn from the experiences of self-published authors as they discuss what worked and what didn’t, including a realistic look at expectations.

The latest in James River Writer’s Writing Show series, Great Expectations: The Realities of Self-publishing, on Thursday, January 30, at the Camel, features three self-published authors.

Recap by Joanna S. Lee

David Kazzie’s debut novel, The Jackpot, has sold more than 11,000 copies since last January and spent nine days on Amazon’s Top 100 Kindle Bestseller List, peaking at No. 34. Rosemary Rawlins is the author of a memoir, Learning by Accident, which will be released in March. Leila Gaskin is the author of Hot Flashes and several short stories. Bill Blume, author of Tales of a 10th Grade Vampire Hunter, will moderate. The second half of the panel will welcome questions from the audience.

Thursday, January 30, 2014
6:30-8:30 p.m.
The Camel
1621 W. Broad St., Richmond
Ample parking available in the Lowe’s parking lot across the street (Lowe’s and the Camel have a parking sharing agreement).

$10 in advance, $12 at the door, $5 students, or $80 Writing Show Season Pass (9 shows)





Shann Palmer (1950-2013): What Remains

January 7th, 2014

A Remembrance by Erica Orloff

ShannEvery time I think I am all cried out about the death of my beloved friend, poet Shann Palmer, it turns out I am not. As I fell into bed last night, again I sobbed for missing her. She left us far too soon, collapsing in mid-December from a heart attack, lingering in a coma for about ten days, before passing on December 21st, just before her birthday. This was a spitfire of a woman.  I fully expected her to be raising hell well into her nineties, or to be sitting side by side with her in rocking chairs laughing and talking poetry and words.

But I know, because that is how mourning works, that time will lessen the intensity of the grief, until it feels less like a blade and more like a butter knife. I, and all who loved this amazing woman, will cry less often. And then we’ll have What Remains. (more…)