Lydia Netzer

Dear Reader , My novel is released today. Let's pretend you've bought it. Let's pretend you're holding it in your hands. I ...

Recently we moved. Goodbye, friends. Imma download you. Instead of wisely and slowly sifting through our possessions first, and taking...

I spent over ten years writing my novel. There was a lot of self-editing that happened during those ten years. From tweaking sentences to th...

Just a few short weeks after she began shopping it, my agent Caryn Karmatz-Rudy sold my novel to St. Martin's Press. On Tuesday, the dea...

The name promises much. The name inspires obstreperous agreement. Yeah, to hell with publishing, anyway! This is 2009. We're all about d...

This is the shelf where my non-fiction book will be sold in the future.

Today I did something I haven't done in ten years. I cold-queried agents. Bolstered by the support and advice of my friends and husband,...

Literary magazines, the time has come that we all knew was coming. It’s over. It’s done. The lady in the Viking corset has belted out the fi...