The Contest
The 2011 programs have concluded. Judging will be ongoing through January. To keep up to date, follow the publisher’s blog or find us on Facebook.
The Books
We started out with Canadian sensation Ray Robertson’s Moody Food, the critically acclaimed rock’n'roll-suffused modern tragedy. Moody Food is a fictionalized saga of music, love and the power of revolution inspired by the life of the legendary singer-songwriter Gram Parsons. Next, we released The Fires, by NPR’s Alan Cheuse. Then came The Dangerous Joy of Dr. Sex & Other True Stories, a creative nonfiction collection from the ‘Queen of the Zines,’ Pagan Kennedy. That was followed by the release of the 20th Anniversary Edition of Richard Currey’s international bestseller, Fatal Light. There’s more to come.
SFWP Kindle Singles
In 2012, SFWP’s publishing wing returns with a vengeance. We’ll be taking advantage of the Kindle Singles market. SFWP will be among the first publishers to use Singles as a platform that will revive short form writing — novellas, short stories, essays — styles of writing often ignored by mainstream publishers. Get more info, and sign up for our newsletter, right here.
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Last day for the 2011 Literary Awards Program!
Here we go… December 15th. Today is the last day for the Literary Awards Program. All postal entries must be postmarked with today’s date. For online entries, I’ll be taking down the forms tomorrow… So you’ve got all day, no matter where you are. No worries there. Any problems or last minute questions – shoot me an [...]
These Days
It was cool for that time of year, tolerable. The night was hidden by a hazy mist that clung to the van’s windshield. Larry almost didn’t see the kid until he was upon him—a ghost on the side of the road, neither coming nor going. Larry passed him—no hitchhikers, ever. Too dangerous these days. Maybe once, when he himself was a kid, but not now, not after Nixon, after Oklahoma City and Osama bin Laden. He’d spent over a decade on the road, one of the last hardy traveling salesmen, a dying breed he called himself, and he’d survived as long as he had because he didn’t pick up hitchhikers. Common sense kept you alive.
But a habitual glance in the rearview mirror caused him to pull over. Something about the slump of the figure’s shoulders suggested youth.
Corrales
Corrales, New Mexico is a narrow, meandering patchwork of a village lying low in the Rio Grande Valley. It consists of horse paddocks, orchards, skinny vegetable gardens, slightly jarring retail strips and ancient adobe buildings jammed into the space between the river bosque and the mesas to the West. Its citizens are a mix of artists, craftsmen, farmers, shop keepers and upscale business types longing to find an escape. Tall, spreading forms of gnarly old Cottonwood trees seem to stand guard and protect the village from the incursion of too much reality.
A lack of such incursions led us, a few years back, into the New Mexican Handmade Furniture business and meeting Mike. We’d heard he made tortilla tables and wanted to see one.