Please explain what just happened.

I just got off work, I ate a breakfast taco, and went to the bathroom.

What is your earliest memory?

I was born in Cedar Rapids, Iowa. My family and I lived in a basement apartment for a few years, and I remember having a dream that Darth Vader walked into my bedroom. I don’t remember if anything interesting happened after that, though. Another early memory from those years, living in the basement, was a time where we climbed an enormous fence, at the end of our block, to get to McDonald’s. A couple of years ago I asked my parents if they remember that and they said there was no enormous fence there. Haha. I’ve always had a pretty adventurous imagination I suppose.

Today, I’d like you to meet Ann Kingman, a book lover, blogger, and District Sales Manager for one of the major publishing houses. We’ll be talking about what she does with your books in that window of time between turning in your final edits and seeing your book for sale. She’ll also share her opinion [...]

Much has been written about the benefit of the internet to writers. It has leveled the playing field, giving writers worldwide access to readers and vice versa… instantly. But it has also swelled the ranks of writers, some of whom are not quite ready to publish, some who will never be, some who are brilliant at marketing, and some who are literary masters. Who can tell one from another? And who has the time to sift through it all?