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Lisa Bubert | Writing & Editing
 

CORRECTION: Ashley’s book party is NEXT SATURDAY, 3/29! (Not this Friday or Saturday, both of which I said in the earlier newsletter. Lord have mercy.)

Greetings, Humans.

From my newly minted writing room, where I am blessedly sitting at an actual desk (my desk!) facing a window to the backyard and surrounded by all my books and trinkets and things that remind me of why I like to sit down and face the blank page.

Yes, the renovation is finally complete! Actually, I’m joking. The renovation is not complete (we ran out of money) but complete enough that we could move upstairs and I could move off the dining room table. (Look, we take the wins where we get them.)

As I unpacked all my family heirlooms and pictures and baubles and little lucky trinkets, I found myself frozen at how much there was to rebuild. I went from an unfinished attic the footprint of our entire house down to an 11x11 foot bedroom. Re-imagining was required.

Which reminded me of how uncomfortable it is to be in transition. Nothing is what it seems, everything is unfinished, and the world is unclear. Where we place things may not end up being where they land. Transition requires flexibility, honesty that what worked before will no longer work now, and trust that there can and will be a better way if we just give it a chance.

Where in your life are you in transition? What are you changing in order to make way for something better? Send me a message in a bottle and let me know.

But for now—

Let’s gossip.

 

Submission Success Story: Novel Edition

We Never Took A Bad Picture
by Ashley Roth
published by April Gloaming

I am SO EXCITED for this submission success story, novel edition! Ashley was the first writer friend I made when I moved to Nashville in 2016. Both of us were just trying to find a critique group and going through the hell/fun! of attending meet-ups for writers in coffeeshops. We met a lot of weirdos, but we also met each other.

Even back then, Ashley was plugging away at this book, this tender story of a long-married husband and wife trying to figure out how to deal with grief and each other at the same time. Over the years, I watched Ashley shore up the story, get it submission-ready, wade through the query and submission trenches, and then finally find a well-deserved home at April Gloaming right here in Nashville.

The book just published this Tuesday! You can order it here, or if you’re local, get a copy and meet Ashley in person at her book launch party next Saturday at Random Sample in Nashville! (Details down below.)

For now, I am so pleased to turn over this month’s submission success story to Ashley herself. Take it away!

The first nugget of We Never Took a Bad Picture was a short story centered around the wedding day of a person not seemingly that thrilled with her marriage, and her grandmother taking a closer look at her own long-lasting marriage. That story became a line: “Silver was the wrong color.” This line tumbled in my head for months until it became a page and then a draft and then somewhere between six and nine drafts. Then my beloved 17-year-old cat passed away, and the story took a whole different turn. I wove in research on mental illness and senior men with a deep dive into the vintage veneer I loved at the surface. Most of the revisions and better drafts were done during Covid. Quarantine did provide more access to my writing desk and to the daily writing routine I had struggled to manage with non-quarantine schedules.

Once I began looking at writing as a career, I found all these cornerstones of the writerly path: specifically MFA and agent. The first hasn’t worked out yet, but agent felt like the most crucial piece. An agent could open doors that I was unable to, knew the business language, could navigate the publishing landscape that I didn’t (still kind of don’t) fully understand. When I was querying this novel, I tried to follow the rules about submitting to X amount of agents. However, I did submit to April Gloaming before I reached that number. Nashville’s literary scene is something I value, and there was this voice telling me to go punk rock, to go more grassroots—and so I submitted. Given that I don’t know the Big 5 alternative, I can’t accurately compare, but I can say that working with an indie means have real human conversations and bouncing ideas off each other, and feeling like there’s an authentic investment in my work—plus, I was recruited to make some fun promo videos with The April Gloaming team!

The Stats:

How long the book took from initial conception to pub date?  From the short story idea in 2014 to 2025, 11 years. For the actual draft in 2018 to now is about 7 years.

How many drafts? Around 6-9. There were many versions of “drafts.” I even have files labeled things like Draft4or5.

How long were you on submission from first query to AG acceptance? A little under a year.

How many agents did you query? Around 70.

How many rejections did the book receive from both agents and any other small publishers? AG was only one of two small publishers I had submitted to—so one rejection. As far as agents, most gave no response. I had four or five full requests and one partial. There were probably around 20 form rejections.

How long from the date you submitted to AG to acceptance? Almost five months.


 

The Librarian Is In!

Sailing the high seas with
Real Americans
by Rachel Khuong

Winter in Nashville is cruise season for a lot of working musicians. Every year, my husband usually gets to spend two to three weeks sailing the high seas and playing music. I spend one week at home alone where I have approximately one day of fun eating Hamburger Helper and drinking a bottle of wine while watching trash TV (real feral activity) and then the rest of the time is real sad.

But then I get one week where I get to join him on a cruise and I bring more books than clothes, turn my phone off, and pretend I live in a happy purgatory surrounded by endless ocean.

The book I knew I wanted to bring and read on this trip was Real Americans by Rachel Khong. 1) Because a long vacation of nothing but sea and sunlight requires a really big, fat book. And 2) the first half of the book is set circa 1999 to 2009 and I was so ready for a nostalgia journey. Predictably, I flew through the 400 pages in about two days on the high seas.

That’s not to say that this is an easy book. There were so many times I read a line and had to set it down on my chest as I stared up at the sky wondering what the hell we’re all doing here. Without giving too much away, this book follows the love story between a poor woman and a rich man whose story is both serendipitous and being guided by an unseen hand. The backdrop of 9/11 in the earlier chapters put me back in a teenage mindset that I adored; later, when the poor woman’s mother, who is a scientist and believes she will be spared because of the immutable facts of science (spoiler alert: she’s not), escapes Mao’s Cultural Revolution in China, it put me in a mindset of a current reality many of us would love to ignore.

Mao said we would usher in an age of industrialization by making steel. Overnight, backyard furnaces appeared. We collected metal for those furnaces—bicycle parts, knives, tools—searching for shining things, like bowerbirds building nests. The children took turns watching the furnaces, feeding fuel to them. Once we ran out of wood, the men began cutting down trees. With axes, my brothers swung at the same trees we had climbed as children. There was one I loved called the dove tree, because its flowers looked like the wings of doves. I counted the fallen trees’ rings, each one a year of life. Many of them were a hundred years old, felled by boys. I wondered how I would look, cut open: Would there be thirteen rings, or thirteen nested selves?

Writing-wise, the book was a fantastic lesson in weaving multiple timelines, braiding three large stories that each could have been novels in themselves, and finding ways for history to repeat itself in fiction.

Five stars, great book, get it now.

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Check this book out from your local library, buy it from Bookshop.org or ask your favorite local bookseller to order it for you. Whatever you do, do not buy it from A*azon.

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Other books I read this month:

Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler
Ultra-Processed People: The Science Behind Food That Isn’t Food by Chris van Tulleken
Mrs. March by Virginia Feito

 

Paint the Town Read:

I’ll be out celebrating Ashley’s book birthday next Saturday at Random Sample! Hope to see you there.

 

Parting Shot:

Just me and Pat on the island of St. Thomas (with Jeffrey Epstein’s cursed island somewhere in the background. Yikes!!)

 

So long, farewell!

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P.S. Big Thank You to Magda who put a little tip in the tip jar last week! It really means a lot!

 
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