Welcome to my World, by Juni Fisher
A touring singer, songwriter, and author gets a jolt when her motorhome is grounded.
Yours truly sets her sights on some bull-puckey, and warns others where it is.
I know the question is well meant. "Oh, you're writing a new BOOK? When's it coming out?" And I'm thrilled people ask. But the answer is not when a book in the first stages of writing will be out, but when that first draft will be done. (Oh, and the answer is "when it's done" and there's a lot of editing and revising and re-editing and re-revising between the first draft and a "pitchable" draft. )
The part about pitching comes next. We take that novel we've written and write a query letter, which conveys the essence of the story into about 300 words, and we see what literary agents or publisher might be interested. Most say no. It's just the way it is. But when some stars align, an agent or publisher who loves the idea of the story asks for a full manuscript, to see if the manuscript delivers what the query promises. "When's it coming out?" is still the question, and there's not a solid answer yet.
But some stars aligned in December 2020, and a cool publisher loved the query letter (one page) enough to read the synopsis (three pages) and upon reading those, asked for a full manuscript (300 pages) and read it, and loved it. Then they offered a contract, and we struck a deal. So, the NEW book, INDELIBLE LINK is signed to a publisher.
What's it about? A trapeze artist. That's about all I'm allowed to say right now.
"When's it coming out?" When they're done doing what publishers do. But you can send me an email here: author@junifisher.com and I'll make sure you get news when they're ready to release it.
While you're waiting, if you haven't read GIRLS FROM CENTRO, you can get it on Amazon : https://www.amazon.com/Girls-Centro-Juni-Fisher/dp/1683131754/ref=tmm_pap_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&am...
= or from my website (and I can sign it!) https://www.junifisher.com/book
How do a songwriter and author, and an illustrator, magazine editor and author decide on a look? It was the haircut.
Some horses have that "it" factor.
What's that? You wrote a book? Great. Now slow down and do the next part right.
In praise of the best little car ever.
Author Juni Fisher makes observations on a photo full of examples of things that work.
When I was little, I played with the tools my father carried around in his truck. But there were rules.
The earth lost an angel about a month ago. Her name was Audrey Griffin. When I went to a friend who'd delivered a touching eulogy at Audrey's memorial service, though, I saw that Audrey had not left us after all. The shining torch had been passed. That torch was passed to Kristen, who spoke with tenderness and honestly about what Audrey had meant to her, and gave us all a vision of what we were to do with that torch of shining light Audrey had left us.
Audrey gained her first taste of the spotlight as a roman rider. On a team, then a trio, then a quintet, and a sextet of white horses, she rode galloping patterns in rodeo arenas in the 1950s. She raised a beautiful family of daughters. She was a sailor (something I didn't know until her memorial service) and she was a horseman to the very last light. Folks would see her truck and trailer all over the Santa Ynez Valley, and say "There goes Audrey," and smile. She'd be hooking up her trailer and loading a good horse at the drop of a hat if there were cattle to gather or move, or sort or brand. She was first to raise her hand when it came time to lend a hand, because she just plain loved horses, and riding, and being a dang good hand, and that she was: a hand.
I first met Audrey about 10 years ago when I met an old friend, Art Green who's managing the Alisal Ranch cattle operation outside Solvang, CA, for lunch in Santa Ynez one day. He brought along my friend and hero Sheila Varian, and this beautiful, shining woman with the most magnificent blue eyes you ever saw. Sheila wanted to know if I could go move some cattle with them the next day. "If you can mount me, I've got my saddle in the camper," I said. True to Sheila fashion, she said "Audrey can!"
Now, I am very very sensitive to people's horses, and I turned to this woman I'd just met, laughing and said, "I'm so sorry, Audrey. You don't know me from Adam, but it was sure nice of Sheila to offer your horse." Audrey Griffin, member of the Cowgirl Hall of Fame, never missed a beat.
"You can ride my bridle horse, I'll ride my filly tomorrow." And the next day, I jogged out across the morning mist with Cowgirl Hall of Famers Sheila Varian and Audrey Griffin on either side of me. Slice of heaven right there. The thing was, if Sheila said I was okay, then I was okay by Audrey too. The other thing was this: Audrey Griffin just plain loved everybody. She'd hug you and look into your eyes and you knew that if there were angels on earth, they had silver hair, a cowboy hat, sparkling blue eyes and their lipstick was the perfect shade. That was Audrey.
When she passed, she was sitting on a good horse, dressed to the nines, moving cattle. That was how she always said she wanted to go: to be on a good horse and have her lights just go out. God was listening. And when Audrey rode off into her last sunset on earth, she left some stardust on all of us. Thank you, my beautiful friend. You left plenty of stardust for everyone you ever touched.
