Lauren Baratz-Logsted | Lauren Baratz-Logsted
Mar.21.2013
The Moment I Realized My Third Book Was Funny: Somewhere along the way, I’d made acquaintance with Nelson DeMille, who let me send a copy of The Reviewer to him. How astounded was I to have my phone ring one day, only to find an internationally best-selling author on the other end of the line! “...
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Mar.20.2013
The Moment I Wrote My Third Novel: I decided to channel all my frustrations into one darkly comedic novel called The Reviewer, about a frustrated reviewer for a PW type of magazine, longing to get her own books published, who kidnaps a bylined reviewer, the editor of the magazine and an agent. What...
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Mar.19.2013
The Moment My Second Novel Collided With History: Remember how I said I wrote Falling for Prince Charles in 1997? After finishing it, I sent it out to various editors. On August 31 of that year, Princess Diana, arguably one of the two most beloved women in the world in the last century, died...
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Mar.18.2013
The Moment I Realized You Can’t Just Make It All Up: Sure, they call it fiction for a reason. And with Waiting for Dead Men’s Shoes, with the exception of getting some very minor medical and legal advice, I pretty much made everything up. But as I got deeper into writing Falling for Prince...
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Mar.17.2013
The Moment I Wrote My Second Novel: So there I was, cleaning the windows in a bathroom, when I looked over, saw the toilet bowl, and the opening lines of what would become my second novel came to me: “As Daisy Silverman squatted in front of the toilet bowl, first depressing the flush lever...
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Mar.16.2013
The Moment I Got The Idea For My Second Book: Having failed to sell Waiting for Dead Men’s Shoes, and having realized that my income as a PW reviewer was going to be insufficient to pay the mortgage, I took a second part-time job as a window washer. Window washing, it turns out, is great for...
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Mar.15.2013
The Moment I Capitalized On A Chance Meeting At The Edgars: No, this isn’t about me tripping Michael Crichton again. So there I am at the pre-awards cocktail party when I see the nametag of a Best-Selling Author (BSA) whose most recent book I’d given a starred review to in Publishers Weekly...
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Mar.14.2013
The Moment I Tried To Get An Author’s Attention: It was at the Edgars. Michael Crichton was walking through the room. He was 6’7 and you could see him, head and shoulders above practically everyone else. There was no way he was going to notice 4’11 me unless I did something drastic. So, as he...
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Mar.13.2013
The Moment I Went To My First Agents & Editors Party: I’d joined Mystery Writers of America and it was Edgar Awards Weekend, meaning on one of the prior evenings there was a wine-and-cheese do in New York. Members were invited to go schmooze with agents and editors. I went armed. I’d...
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Mar.12.2013
The Moment I Tried To Talk My Way Into a Part-time Job To Support My Writing Habit: Having realized I wasn’t going to sell Waiting for Dead Men’s Shoes right away, and that I’d have to write a second book, I further realized that I needed to make some money to help pay the mortgage while I...
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