(Español) Un minino de ventas

En silencio

I won’t speak today about books or writing. I only want to share with you the tumblr I started a couple of months ago: En silencio. I hope you like it.

I use it to share all kinds of music I like (electronic, folk, pop, musicals, soundtracks…) and generally not too well known. Here’s a random, recent example:

I tend to find my own contents (whether they are new releases or not) instead of regurgitating sharing content published by other, which is the norm in tumblr. And I hardly write anything, hence its name: the idea is for me to shut up and let the music play.

IV Edition of the International Flash Fiction Competition “Museum of Words”

The best-paid fiction contest in the world is back, with a whopping 20,000 $ prize for micro-stories up to 100 words.

you can read the rules and regulations here.

Also, if you enter code 5460 in the last field of the participation form, this blog could also receive a prize.

Good luck, everyone!

(Español) Las nuevas editoriales

(Español) El niño al que se le murió el amigo

There’s life out there

Some people say writing is their passion, their life, their this and that, their everything. You hear it from well-known authors and amateur scribblers.

For others, however, making a living by putting words together becomes an unbearable burden, but these are rarely seen. It was the case of Frederica Sagor Maas,who died a few weeks ago at the amazing age of 111. Hollywood scripwriter since before the dawn of sound, her texts helped launch the career of several contemporary stars. Her memories, however, focus on the chauvinism, misoginy and discrimination that, as a woman, she had to suffer in that industry in the 20s.

Her filmography in IMDB lists many of her works as “uncredited”:

I would work so hard on some of the scripts and the minute I’d turn it in, someone else would take credit for it. You’d be ticketed as a troublemaker. Unless you wanted to quit the business, you just kept your mouth shut.

She finally did quit the business and took a job as a policy typist with an insurance agency in 1950, quickly working her way up to insurance broker. she never regretted her decision and in one of her last interviews she claimed that if she had the chance again, she would still quit writing and would rather clean floors.

Not sure if that’s some consolation for those of us who don’t make a living with our writing. Or as they say in Disney films, be careful what you wish.

(Español) Relatos en Psiqueactiva

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