I wasn't in Newtown this week. Not physically. But in some very important sense, weren't we all in Newtown? Since Friday, December 14th, who among us could rip ourselves away from coverage of the shootings, the speculation as to why they happened, the sight of the President's tears, the mourners' grief, the biographies and photos of the children as they started to become known, the adults who died trying to save them?
December 20, 2012 | Jenna Blum
By Liz Breen
DISCLAIMER: This post is not for the faint of heart, for the reader seeking logical transitions and coherent thoughts. This blog post is for the reader who can identify with an author desperately trying to escape from the doldrums creativity by way of pop culture references.
It is 7:55 on a Thursday night
December 17, 2012 | Liz Breen
When I was in my 2010 pre-publication meeting for THE STORMCHASERS, I was advised by my publisher and publicists, as we all are these days, to maximize use of my online presence. To write a consistent blog. To be active on Facebook and Twitter. And not to write political posts.
"You don't want to alienate readers," was the prevailing attitude. I nodded, without for a second feeling as though I were selling out
November 26, 2012 | Jenna Blum
By Liz Breen
I come from a family of productive professionals – doctors, pharmacists, lawyers, even an actuary or two. They wear tidy shirts with pressed collars. They have Bluetooths hooked to their ears and have mastered the Aaron Sorkin walk-and-talk. Lastly, they have these cool things called “salaries” and “401k plans,” both of which I think have something to do with Game of Thrones.
November 12, 2012 | Liz Breen
by Mack Makishima
The whole Grub Street experience has a kind of music to it. Due, in part, to the fact that it looms over the Steinway piano shop, where music never really stops. You meet people, the students, the instructors, and the administrators behind the curtain, who all seem to have back-stories of their own, like characters in a ballad