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“Speed-Dating” by the Bay at our 7th Annual Signature Event

Meet-the-Agents, Editors, & Publishers

Saturday, March 27th, 2010 • 9:00 a.m. – 12:30 p.m.

Sinbad’s Restaurant, Pier 2, San Francisco

$50 WNBA members • $65 non-members* • $75 at the door

(Buffet Breakfast and Pitch Tips, included. No-host Networking Lunch 1 p.m.)



Agents and Acquisition Editors graciously sharing their expertise include to date: Alan Rinzler… Continue

The story you will write, from the maze of your memories into memoir, will come from the truth as you see it. Time and memory transform what and how we remember.



Time is a great leveler. Time levels because it allows us to gain control over our emotions and we mature. Our feelings simmer down after time dilutes the memory of an emotion laden incident. An event we once thought was earth-shattering won’t hold as much power the further we move away from it.



Do you remember… Continue

Writing a memoir is like making one's way through a maze. First of all, it’s hard to back away from life’s events and experiences to see them clearly. The honest attempt to put our ego and emotions aside is something we, TellTale Souls, constantly work on when writing our bio-vignettes that capture the character and spirit of our mothers or other significant people in our lives.

This is…

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Well, I’m still coming up for air after last month's wild weekend at the San Francisco Writers’ Conference. I spent a great deal of time “manning” the Women’s National Book Association’s table, where I made connections with many, many interesting literary types from all over the country.

The conference was atop Nob Hill at the historic Mark Hopkins Hotel. Just a block away, draped in morning…

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Yesterday I was looking over some quotes in my TellTale Souls material for an upcoming workshop and came across a poignant quote from Joyce Carol Oates in "Missing Mom."



"last time



Last time you see someone and you don't know it will be the last time. And all that you know now, if only you'd known then. But you didn't know, and now it's too late. And you tell yourself How Could I have known, I could not have known.



You tell yourself.



This is my story… Continue