The debut book of author Jean Boggio was selected by Publishers Weekly as one of several to be shown on the cover of its February 25th issue. The magazine is the most prestigious in the publishing trade and circulates to all the major book sellers and libraries. This issue spotlights the titles of independent publishers.
STOLEN FIELDS: A Story of Eminent Domain and the Death of the American Dream, Boggio's memoir, is also Colerith Press's first published title. The fledgling company plans to continue to publish in the memoir genre, focusing on life stories and family issues. New authors are being sought for consideration. At present, at least one additional title is on the drawing board for fall publication.
STOLEN FIELDS lists for $15.95. ISBN: 978-0-9799330-4-2. Publication date June 1, 2008. It will soon be available for pre-order online through http://www.colerithpress.com/ or http://www.jeanboggio.com/ and is currently available for pre-order through Amazon.com. Hopefully it will also be available through Baker & Taylor in the near future.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Discovering Facebook
Today I discovered FACEBOOK. My daughter, Julia, told me about it months ago, but what did she know? She's my daughter. I declined. Now I find it's the thing to do if you have something you want people to know about, like STOLEN FIELDS. I signed on and within a minute and a half I had five friends. Two of them were relatives -- they knew they'd have to join on my invitation or I'd beat them. Two were friends -- maybe I wouldn't beat them, but I guess they figured it was best to join. One I knew through my publishing business and it was someone who had been very helpful to me. All in all a successful first day on Facebook. It was really fun writing notes to them, exploring Julia's friend list, and posting a photo album about Neville Island and THE BOOK.
Okay now, all you folks who received an invitation and haven't joined yet. I'm waiting for you! Let's go! I know there are many more of you out there! I wonder if I can surpass Julia's 165 friends! Come on Phyllis!
Okay now, all you folks who received an invitation and haven't joined yet. I'm waiting for you! Let's go! I know there are many more of you out there! I wonder if I can surpass Julia's 165 friends! Come on Phyllis!
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Off-Road Adventures
Yesterday I had my annual off-road adventure. Driving merrily home from town, my mind a million miles away, I suddenly found myself with my front wheels in a ditch, facing a snow bank. Last year it was a mailbox that I took out. The mailbox got revenge by flipping into the air and coming down on the front of my car, taking out the right headlight, and crumpling the front fender. The year before, it was a slow slide down a slight embankment at midnight.
The culprit in all of these cases was black ice -- a hazard I've learned more than I want to know about since moving to Maine. I hope this was it for this year. Maybe I'll have moved South by next year. Anyway, several good samaritans stopped. The first one called AAA on his cell phone (I still haven't gotten used to my new Blackberry). We were in the middle of the conversation with them when two good looking young men came by in a truck and said they could pull me out -- just needed to go home to get their chains. I told AAA I'd call them back if necessary.
Sure enough, a few minutes later the boys returned with chains. After they did some fiddling around trying to get them on, I got in, ready to go. I had already put the car in low 4-wheel drive (I thought) while I was waiting. I started the engine, felt them pull, and revved my motor. The fellow acting as director said, "your wheels aren't moving for some reason." Couldn't figure it out. Tried again. Nothing. Finally it dawned on me. I had stopped in neutral. Easily fixed. Just a little further forward with the shift. A couple of big jolts, more revving of the engine and I was out! The guys would accept no reward and drove off.
Now that the car was out, I surveyed the damage more closely. Only a small hole in the front bumper where some little gadget had been. Some twigs sticking out of the grillwork. Off toward home. Another narrow escape for Jean Boggio.
The culprit in all of these cases was black ice -- a hazard I've learned more than I want to know about since moving to Maine. I hope this was it for this year. Maybe I'll have moved South by next year. Anyway, several good samaritans stopped. The first one called AAA on his cell phone (I still haven't gotten used to my new Blackberry). We were in the middle of the conversation with them when two good looking young men came by in a truck and said they could pull me out -- just needed to go home to get their chains. I told AAA I'd call them back if necessary.
Sure enough, a few minutes later the boys returned with chains. After they did some fiddling around trying to get them on, I got in, ready to go. I had already put the car in low 4-wheel drive (I thought) while I was waiting. I started the engine, felt them pull, and revved my motor. The fellow acting as director said, "your wheels aren't moving for some reason." Couldn't figure it out. Tried again. Nothing. Finally it dawned on me. I had stopped in neutral. Easily fixed. Just a little further forward with the shift. A couple of big jolts, more revving of the engine and I was out! The guys would accept no reward and drove off.
Now that the car was out, I surveyed the damage more closely. Only a small hole in the front bumper where some little gadget had been. Some twigs sticking out of the grillwork. Off toward home. Another narrow escape for Jean Boggio.
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