The Lis

Today the Lis buried their daughter, a victim of the Chinese earthquake, and their grief is emblematic of an entire nation’s sorrow. China has played many roles lately, among them the oppressors of Tibet, deliverer of poisoned food and medicine, hosts of the pollution Olympics, and the most evocative, Beast from the East, but the face of the Lis and their words as they dressed their little girl for her funeral is the image that haunts me right now. Read more…

Writing and yoga

By now, most of you who know me * know that I have a conflicted relationship with the practice of yoga. As I’ve said in the past, yoga makes me tense. All that breathing that needs to be coordinated with movement and all the while you have to think mindfully and deeply and yet let your worries go; this strikes me as multitasking. There’s just too much going on. On the other hand, I know it’s Read more…

How I got an agent: Part II

I had queried 48 agents and a handful of editors, and I had gotten very little response. A few had asked for the first three chapters, but mostly I got initial interest from my query letter and then either a form or a personalized rejection. No, however, means no, and I had started to make my peace with that. I wasn’t completely sanguine — sometimes I felt sad that the characters in my novel, who Read more…