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Las True Stories is gonna have a new look and sabor


Bueno, so I haven't been writing because I've just finished two manuscripts, and cross-your-fingers, parece que I have a good chance of getting them published with UT Press. There were agents interested in my Golondrina (a love story about a woman who falls in love with the man who helps her cross the border), pero a dream I had told me to let the money-thing go.

I want a beautiful book, a forever-book, and UT Press understands me. That doesn't mean I'll get it, it just means our stories deserve the editors, artists and publishing houses that turn our books into the jewels they were when our grandmothers left them to us.

So. It's time, maybe by this time next year I 'll have two books to tell you about. Speaking of books, my favorite subject, even before politics, I've just finished a novela by Almudena Grandes, a Spanish writer I discovered at the Intl PEN Festival of World Literature in NYC in April (when I lost my panties in the subway, see previous post). Her book is The Ages of Lulu - the kind of story a woman understands, and I'm warning you, it's not for the meek, this isn't entertainment. It's a shocking book, I'm reeling from it, not my usual Sunday afternoon. Nothing like I write, but I'm impressed with the borders she crossed on the page. Brava.

I'm dizzy with stories to tell you. And hopefully soon you'll see my new design - Michelle Villagomez, a techno-whiz is going to help me from NYC! She's from San Anto, claro, and juntas we're gonna do something you won't forget, either.

Artistic Credit: Don't you know? "Portrait of the Artist as the Virgin of Guadalupe," Yolanda Lopez, 1978.
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Myron said…
"Hell-raising Vlog" my ass. Vlog means "video blog." There is no video here. Dumbass.
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