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  • NaNoWriMo Online Pitchaplaooza

    You wrote your 50,000 words (or got pretty close!).  You’re a winner.  You’ve been congratulated. You felt the high. But here’s the 64-gigabyte question: What do you plan to do with your one wild and precious manuscript? If you’re like the approximately one gazillion writers we know, you want to get published.  And you want to get published successfully. You want readers to devour your book ravenously; you want raves glowing in blog posts; you want bookstore owners to hand-sell your book so fast it’s literally flying off the shelves; you want to trade barbs with Steven Colbert; you want readings in front of rapt devotees; you want to go viral at the speed of one of those krazy kitten movies. But how? This is where we, The Book Doctors, come in. It’s our job to help writers make their dreams come true. It’s what we did with our first Pitchapalooza winners, Nura Maznavi, & Ayesha Mattu, whose book, Love InshAllah, just hit the shelves. In the last week, they were profiled in the New York Times, had one of the most talked about pieces on the Huffington Post, and cracked the top 500 of all books sold on Amazon. Then there’s Pitchapalooza winner and NaNoWriMo veteran, Genn Albin.  After she won Pitchapalooza, one of New York’s top agents sold her dystopian novel in a 3-book, 6-figure deal.  Now we’re embarking on our second online Pitchapalooza exclusively for NaNoWriMo participants so that you, too, have a chance to win.

    For those of you not familiar with Pitchapalooza, here’s the skinny: You get 200 words to pitch your book. You then email your pitch to nanowrimo@bookdoctors2.pairsite.com. Twenty-five pitches will be randomly selected from all submissions. We will then choose one winner from the group. The winner will receive an introduction to an agent or publisher appropriate for his/her manuscript. We will also award a fan favorite who will receive a free one-hour consult with us (worth $250). All pitches must be received by February 29, 2012. The twenty-five random pitches will be posted on March 5, 2012. Winners will be announced on March 15, 2012. Anyone can vote for fan favorite, so get your social media engine running as soon as the pitches go up!

    You may be thinking, “I can’t sum up my entire book in 200 words!” Let us say this: “Yes you can!” Your pitch is the first thing an agent, editor, publisher, bookseller, and often reader, will look at. In this age of one-minute attention spans, if your pitch doesn’t blow the person you’re pitching out of the water, you’ll get that dreaded letter that starts: “Dear Writer, Unfortunately…”  We don’t want you to get any more of those letters.  So enter the 2nd Annual NaNoWriMo Pitchaplooza by sending us a kick-ass pitch for your kick-ass novel.  Who knows, maybe this year, the golden ticket will have your name on it.

    P.S. Like last year, we’re offering free 20-minute consultations (worth $100) to anyone who buys a copy of The Essential Guide To Getting Your Book Published. Just attach a copy of your sales receipt to your email and we’ll set up your consultation.

  • Changing Hands Bookstore Indie Author Publishing Conference & Pitchapalooza in Phoenix, AZ

    On February 25, Changing Hands, one of the great bookstores in the world, is sponsoring the Book Doctors to come out to the Wild West to put on Pitchapalooza.  It’ll be a great conference, with lots of top drawer publishing professionals. Attendance is limited, so hurry & sign up.

     

  • Water Street Books Pitchapalooza

    Thanks to all our awesome new friends at Water Street Books in Exeter, NH

  • Boston Phoenix Interviews The Book Doctors About Porters Square Pitchapalooza

    Boston Writers: The Book Doctors bring Pitchapalooza to Porter Square Books, interview in Phoenix

  • My Winning Pitchapalooza Experience With The Book Doctors: John Gregory Dommel

    Last summer I went to the Chester County Book Store in West Chester, Pennsylvania to pitch my book, The Biggest Scam You Never Heard Of at Pitchapalooza, which was billed as “American Idol for authors (only without Simon.).”

    The creators of Pitchapalooza are the husband and wife author team of David Henry Sterry and Arielle Eckstut.  Approximately 25 contestant’s names were picked at random, and each person selected would have a maximum of 60 seconds to deliver a pitch of their story.  But not one nano-second longer than 60 seconds!

    The advertisement said that the Pitchapalooza winner would be introduced to a literary agent who is appropriate for their book – who would help them get published.  That caught my attention right away.  It’s something that I was trying to figure out how to do for the past year.  I’ve had a potential non-fiction story that’s been gnawing at my insides for over 5 years, and I was hoping this might be the forum for my project to finally gain momentum.  I was in the process of writing a book proposal by using a template that a published writer friend – Randy Radic – had sent me.  But if I could figure out a way to win Pitchapalooza, it seemed like I could cut out the middle man and get a direct introduction to a literary agent.  Which – as an aspiring writer – is like getting fixed up with the hottest girl at the party.

    Now I had to get prepared to go into battle.  I’ve worked in financial services marketing and writing for over 15 years.  I’ve written everything from national TV commercials at Aegon to website content for Vanguard and executed complex marketing plans for other companies in between.  I’ve always worked well with deadlines – often thriving with them.  When I was a writer at Aegon, I remember conceiving the guts of a TV commercial on the back of a bar napkin at Flannigan’s Boathouse near closing time.  That TV commercial – originally sketched out on the napkin – eventually generated millions of dollars in premiums for Aegon.  But that seemed easy…because I was writing about fictional characters in a life insurance commercial…not about my own personal story about being a victim turned Federal Witness in The Biggest Scam You’ve Never Heard Of.

    About my story… I was one of thousands of victims in the largest securities fraud in U.S. history involving a privately held company – National Century Financial Enterprises (NCFE).  The fraud started in the mid-1990’s and was exposed in 2002 when $3 Billion of funds was suddenly missing from NCFE’s accounting bank accounts.  (Whoops!)  NCFE was essentially a bank for over 300 healthcare companies.  NCFE soon filed for bankruptcy, creating a vortex of financial doom that sucked in over 275 of their healthcare client companies, driving them into bankruptcy as well.  This included the healthcare software company where I – and thousands of other people –  invested our hard-earned money.

    In 1999 – thinking everything was smooth sailing – I started investing in one of NCFE’s partner companies…a high-flying publicly-traded software company that NCFE and their pals secretly owned, controlled and eventually looted.

    Based on slick press releases and insider message board hype, my fellow investors and I were a fraudster’s wet dream – buying stock at a frenzied pace – like heroin addicts going on a year-long binge.  We didn’t have needle marks on our arms, but we had empty brokerage accounts and wallets that were in pain.

    Unbeknownst to my fellow shareholders and I at the time…the company we invested in was a technology company with no technology (vaporware)…funded by a bank with no money (NCFE)…listed on a stock exchange with lax rules (American Stock Exchange)…overseen by a government agency with no perceived teeth (Securities & Exchange Commission).  In hindsight, my fellow shareholder victims and I never had a chance, as we became lambs led to the slaughter.

    By November 2002 – $3 Billion of investor funds was discovered to be missing from NCFE’s bank accounts – prompting the FBI to swiftly raid NCFE’s offices in Columbus, Ohio.  It was now painfully obvious that my fellow shareholders and I had our financial throats slit by the NCFE crooks and their pals.  The scam was being referred to as “The Enron of the Healthcare Industry” by a few bloggers.  I had lost a pile of dough – over 6-figures – as well as lost my faith in humanity.  Now I had a choice.  I could wallow in self-pity, or become an empowered victim and try to help solve the crime.  I chose the latter.

    On the Yahoo financial message boards, I created 25 unique aliases to stir the pot and to attempt to draw out information from anyone who would provide it.  I hit the jackpot.  Company insiders – along with their friends, enemies, and ex-spouses – started discussing what they knew about the fraud.  Insiders were actually casting the blame at each other…and in some cases…providing details about how their former alleged cohorts (and spouses) were involved in the scam.

    As I continued to post my findings, I made dozens of friends – and enemies – on the Yahoo financial message boards.  More importantly, the predators were now becoming the prey.  In 2006, I received a death threat from one of the company insiders, based on my fact findings and aggressive message board postings.  When the death threat didn’t shut me up, some of my Yahoo message board aliases were sued for slander by a company insider.

    Being sued was something that wasn’t in the gameplan.  I didn’t have the funds to hire a hot-shot greaseball attorney to defend myself.  So I improvised.  I was about to become something I despised as much as a politician, a telemarketer, or a used car salesman.  I became a practicing California attorney and successfully defended myself against a frivolous lawsuit.  Armed with only a Broadcast Journalism degree from Penn State and the stubbornness of a mule, I became victorious, and I’m currently 1 and 0 as a practicing attorney!

    My work on the message boards was gaining the attention of Federal Agents – and I couldn’t have been happier.  In September 2006, I gave my Grand Jury testimony to a DOJ agent and an armed Postal Inspector in Room 420 of the Hampton Inn in Lionville, PA – about 100 yards from where I played Little League baseball 30 years earlier.  Talking about my knowledge of the scam was one of my favorite pastimes.  During downtime in my first 5-hour meeting with the DOJ, we also talked about sports, Philly cheesesteaks and offshore money laundering.  I had a blast with the Feds!  They loved my knowledge of the scam and I loved their fight for justice.

    My personal investigation continued.  My Dad always told me that spreadsheets don’t lie – so I used them to chart my data.  I scoured old SEC filings and other online financial documents, and discovered a slew of insider trading data.  Sometimes insiders held company stock in their girlfriend’s or kid’s names…and sometimes they held it in layers of obfuscation within family trusts.  According to some insiders who tattled on each – some of the proceeds from the stock sales were illegally moved overseas.  One husband and wife team – nicknamed “The Bonnie & Clyde of Penny Stock Scams” – used a family trust, held in the wife’s undisclosed maiden name, to attempt to throw people off the scent.  But I was developing the nose of a German shepherd (better late than never) and was learning how to think like these jokers…and pick up their fraudulent scent.

    Once, during my lunch break, I found out how some of the company insiders secretly funneled approximately $100 Million in shady stock sales through a tiny P.O. Box in Beverly Hills.  It was not their only suspicious activity.  Not by a long shot.

    The DOJ Agent who took my Grand Jury testimony described me as “an air traffic controller of information”.  I had become somewhat of an Information Broker, and was adept at getting the right information into the right hands – especially with the Feds.  That DOJ Agent also said that if the scam was a game of Trivial Pursuit, that I “would clearly be the winner.”  He has become a good fried of mine over the years.

    Along my quest for the truth, I wore many hats, including: mortician, private investigator, attorney, fisherman, air traffic controller, therapist, computer hacker and priest.  My Pennsylvania Dutch heritage would come in handy.  Aside from having tremendous bacon cravings and wide feet, we’re known for our off-the-charts stubbornness and determination.  I was not going to stop until my mission was accomplished.

    By 2010, a dozen people connected to the scam went to prison for securities fraud, money laundering, tax fraud and witness tampering.  Their sentences ranged from 5 to 30 years.  It ended up being one of the most prolific and colorful scams in U.S. history, but it never quite gained the national attention of other colorful scams like Bernie Madoff, Enron, WorldCom and Tyco.  I was hoping to change that.  Which is why I knew I had to attend Pitchapalooza and hope I’d get the chance to tell my story.

    Once I committed to attending Pitchapalooza, I knew I had to get prepared…pronto.  I was reverting back to my high school and college days, when I got an adrenaline rush from doing homework at the last minute.  For some reason I seemed to thrive in the creative process when I was knee deep in chaos.  Which I was.

    The night before Pitchapalooza, my first practice pitch timed out at 2 minutes and 37 seconds.  Ummm…Houston, we have a problem!  It reminded me of an appearance by Dolly Parton on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson when I was a kid.  She was talking about her top-heavy figure, and how sometimes she was prone to wardrobe malfunctions.  Dolly described it as trying to fit 20 pounds of potatoes into a 10 pound sack.  I could relate.  I had quite a few extra potatoes in my pitch that I need to deal with.  But by the next morning – a few hours before the event – I had gotten my pitch down to a consistent 58.5 seconds…and all my potatoes were accounted for.

    At the Pitchapalooza event, I first bought David and Arielle’s book – The Essential Guide to Getting Your Book Published.  Then I was hoping I would be one of the 25 or so lucky people that would be randomly drawn to give their pitch.  I knew that even if I didn’t get called, I had just bought a really helpful book, which came with a special 20-minute phone consultation with David.  Not a bad deal at all.  Suddenly I heard my name called to be “on deck”…and I got a little nervous.

    When I’m on deck in a softball game, I know exactly what to do.  Swing a bat a few times, stretch, scratch myself, and maybe spit at something on the ground.  It’s familiar turf.  As the on deck person at Pitchapalooza, I stood apart from the group, about 20 feet from the podium while the person ahead of me did their pitch.  I didn’t know what to do.  Should I try to seem confident?  Or would that be perceived as cocky?  Oh crap…now I was starting to get nervous.  What if I looked too nervous?  Thank God I could stand behind a podium.  It would keep people from seeing my leg twitching.  I tried to keep calm with some deep breathing…which only made my heart beat faster…like a little bunny.  Then I just thought to myself…dude, keep it together.  You’ve no better or worse than anyone here.  You’re just a guy that wants to tell a story…

    Before I knew it, I was called to the podium.  It was show time.  I hoped my preparation served me well.  Then I gave my pitch:

    In 1999, I invested in a company that ended up being part of the largest securities fraud in U.S. history involving a private company.  $3 Billion was suddenly missing – then the company went bankrupt.

    I went from being poor to a millionaire to completely broke by 2002.

    Rather than wallow in self-pity, I became determined to find out how I got scammed.  I went undercover on a financial message board using over 25 different aliases to meet other victims and gather information.

    I became a self-taught expert in money laundering investigations.  Once during my lunch break, I pieced together how one of the crooks secretly laundered $100 Million through a PO Box in Beverly Hills.

    I received a death threat from one of the crooks in 2006 then became a Federal Witness.  Along the way I assumed the roles of coroner, fisherman, therapist, private detective, computer hacker, air traffic controller, librarian and attorney.

    In the end, I helped justice be served.  My story is called: THE BIGGEST SCAM YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF

    It’s Erin Brockovich meets Boiler Room meets Invincible.  You’ll laugh…you’ll cry…you’ll clutch your wallet in fear.

    I heard someone exclaim: “Wow!”  It was David – the co-host of Pitchapalooza!  I took that as a good sign.  After my pitch, I got some preliminary positive feedback from the David and Arielle (a.k.a. The Book Doctors) as well as from 2 other judges.  Then I waited for the rest of the participants to give their pitches.

    In the end, I was one of 2 winners chosen.  The other winner was a teenaged girl who had pitched an idea that I think was geared to the youth market.  Our pitches and backgrounds were night and day…and it was all good.  I was just happy that my book project just cleared about 5 major hurdles in a matter of minutes.

    As a winner, David and Arielle had plans in place to introduce me to a prominent literary agent in New York City who they worked with on a regular basis.  I couldn’t believe it was really happening, but it was.  I was officially on the road to becoming a published author.  I was finally getting the forum to tell my crazy true story about The Biggest Scam You’ve Never Heard Of…and my role in it.

    Since then, David has given me outstanding guidance in preparing my book proposal and marketing plan.  I’m not quite finished, but I’m almost there.  Then David will deliver my finished book proposal to the waiting literary agent.  (When David told me who it was…I looked up his agency…and I was very excited.  He’s a heavy hitter with an outstanding reputation.)  I’m looking forward to becoming a successful graduate of Pitchapalooza…and I couldn’t have done it without the guidance of David and Arielle and their book – The Essential Guide to Getting Your Book Published.

    Thank you David and Arielle for the wonderful experience of Pitchapalooza!  I hope to do you proud as I work through the necessary hurdles to become a published author!

    John Gregory Dommel

    P.S.  Please follow my journey to getting published…on Facebook, LinkedIn and Twitter.  Thank You!

    http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Biggest-Scam-Youve-Never-Heard-Of-by-John-Gregory-Dommel/187811404605655

    http://www.linkedin.com/groups/Biggest-Scam-Youve-Never-Heard-4140365

    http://twitter.com/gregorydommel

     

  • New Jersey Writer Stacey Gill on the Thrills & Chills of Pitching @ Pitchapalooza

    Panting and sweating, I walked through the doors of the 86th Street Barnes & Noble not knowing what to expect. I only knew I was supposed to be there.

    I had never gone to a Pitchapalooza before mostly because there had never been a Pitchapalooza before, but now that there was one, I would have been a fool to miss it. I wasn’t a fool. But I was chronically late, which is why uncertain I was in any way prepared for what I was about to do, I abruptly stopped pacing and practicing and packed up my pitch.

    It’s not like I didn’t try to create the most dramatic, phenomenal, awe-inspiring pitch Pitchapalooza participants had ever heard, but it’s hard when you’re writing about yourself and you’re not Lady Gaga or Charlie Sheen. I’m not saying I’m completely boring or anything, but making your life sound riveting takes some doing, and I didn’t know if I had done it. Even after my multi-day, non-stop pitching bender, I wasn’t convinced.

    Still, bleary eyed and a little disoriented after 48 hours straight writing and rewriting, editing and revising, questioning and lamenting I was taking my pitch to the professionals. There I would get my answer. There I would find out if my writing held up in the publishing Mecca of the world.

    But I had another problem. The pitch I had worked on up until the moment of the event vanished from my brain whenever I went to recite it. I simply couldn’t retain any of it. And it was about me. I just couldn’t seem to remember a single thing about my own life.

    Whether I managed to keep a thought in my head or not, I was going. With some luck, a little talent, and a bit of humor the secrets I had lived with and scribbled down until that night might win some notice. Soon after setting out for city, though, found myself ensnared in traffic. As I inched up the highway, praying I’d reach the Lincoln Tunnel sometime before the next millennium, my stage fright faded as I started to worry I might not make it to the event at all. At last I spiraled down into the tunnel and with 20 minutes left I cut across town and shot up the east side. At precisely 6:59 p.m. I careened onto 86th Street. With one minute left I navigated the four-lane commercial strip at mach speed while simultaneously trying to locate the Barnes & Noble among a florescent sea of storefronts.

    Although it was a brisk November night, I arrived at the Barnes & Noble with streams of sweat running down my face. Red-faced and disheveled, I raced though the aisles of books in search of the event. I stopped short when I came to a row of plate-glass windows. Before me was a crowd spilling over into every corner and inch of available space. The Palooza was packed and already in progress. Silently, I slipped in, tip toed along the back wall and braced myself. The real drama of the night was about to begin.

    Waiting for my number to be called from the pitching lottery, I simultaneously prayed to get picked and to not get picked. In the end my prayers were answered. I didn’t get picked, but the experience that night was a valuable one. I had heard some incredible stories, and I had learned what a good pitch sounded like: smooth and effortless. I also got a free education from industry insiders, and, most importantly, I became a groupie.

    Later when Pitchapalooza rolled into my part of town, I went again. This time I did get picked. Unfortunately, I bombed. I had considered the tips and pointers pitch-masters David Henry Sterry, Arielle Eckstut and their expert panelists gave in revising my pitch, but like writing itself, pitches are a process, one that requires time and reflection, edits and revisions and sometimes a wholesale overhaul. I bungled it, but I learned what I did wrong, which would help to make it right.

    The real magic for me, though, occurred just before and right after the event. As I sat in the audience nervously looking around the room, my palms dampening the note cards I would later read off of verbatim like an auctioneer in an endless, barely decipherable stream, I spotted a person who looked remarkably like my next-door neighbor sitting in the seat behind mine. She had her head down reviewing her notes so she didn’t notice me.

    “Herron?” I asked, unable to comprehend what my quiet, blond neighbor who fit into one category of my life was doing at the book-pitching event, which fit into a completely separate category.

    She looked up and smiled. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

    “That’s what I was going to ask you,” I replied.

    “I asked first.”

    “Well, I can’t tell you. You’ll just have to see if I get called.” Although this was my second Pitchapalooza, and twice I had prepared to reveal my biggest secret to a roomful of strangers, I wasn’t about to reveal it to someone who actually knew me. The thing was, I was crazy. I was crazy and I knew it, which is why I spent the better part of three decades trying to hide it from everyone I met. Unfortunately for me, if you want your writing on mental illness published, you are most likely going to have to tell someone. I was working on publicly admitting I was crazy, but when Herron asked me I wasn’t ready to blurt it out – not unless I was doing it into a microphone at a podium in front of an entire audience.

    “I didn’t know you were a writer,” I said. “Do you have a pitch?” For the past 10 years Herron and I had lived a few feet apart, our houses directly facing each other, and the whole time neither one of us ever knew the other was just across the street laboring in solitude on writing she hoped would one day take the shape of a memoir.

    “I don’t know. I’ve had all these poems piling up for years. I thought I should do something with them.”

    “Good for you. Good luck.” I spun back around as Master of Ceremonies David Henry Sterry stormed the podium. Then it was show time. I was called up, and after bumbling my way through, I scurried back to my seat, both pleased I had the nerve to do it and disappointed I repulsed everyone in the room with my dirty thoughts (not dirty kinky but dirty dirty. I had obsessive compulsive disorder with a concentration in germ phobia). But the incisive critiques by Arielle Eckstut and her panelists were dead-on and without that feedback I might have been lost in pitch writing madness forever, never picking up my game and improving my pitch.

    The kind woman with short salt and pepper hair sitting next to me whispered, “You did good.” Then she was called up. She spoke of her novel about the transformative powers of yoga for a teacher struggling to maintain her sanity while instructing former high school drop-outs turned inner-city adult students. Herron went next. She pitched her novel idea for a memoir told in poems. Then the tall, slender woman next to her went. She was a parenting expert whose book called for parents to stop listening to the advice of parenting experts (except her) because after years of providing child-rearing guidance she found the best advice is a parent’s own wisdom.

    None of us won that night, but possibly something even greater happened. The four of us formed a writing group. Although I knew almost nothing of these women, I recognized I was in the presence of three talented, intelligent, serious writers. These were the people I’d been searching for my whole adult life, but had failed to find: funny, honest, real women who had something meaningful to say and were struggling to say it.

    At the time I had no idea how our writing group would turn out. Would the arrangement be awkward? Would we connect? Did we really have anything in common aside from attendance at Pitchapalooza and an interest in writing? But all my concerns were assuaged at our first marathon meeting, and it was reinforced with every subsequent one. These women weren’t just the writing buddies I had hoped for – people to trade information with or look to for a thoughtful critique – they were the most supportive, encouraging, genuine group of people I’ve ever had the good fortune to meet.

    In between our monthly sessions we traded emails rooting each other on, cheering each other’s progress and expressing our gratitude for the generosity of the group. We became, in essence, each other’s fan club.

    Pitchapalooza, of course, attracts members of the writing community, but what the four of us found there was more than that. Ylonda, Mary Ann, Herron and I discovered we were not just a writing group. We were kindred spirits. We connected in a way rarely experienced – instantly and intimately. We also soon discovered several similarities that link us together in unexpected ways.

    Herron and I not only lived on the same block, but also we were born on the same day. And while the two of us practically shared the same street address, Mary Ann lived on a street of the same name but in a different town. Two of us were teachers and three of the four had written professionally. Both teachers were single and without children of their own while the other two members were married with kids close in age. We were all Pitchapalooza groupies.

    Together we attended another Pitchapalooza, where Ylonda actually won, and Herron was approached by a panelist interested in her book idea who was an editor at Simon and Schuster. We weren’t published yet, but we were on our way. At one meeting Ylonda summed up how we all came to see David Henry Sterry and Arielle Eckstut: They were our Fairy Godparents. That cold night in February Sterry and Eckstut’s Pitchapalooza drew four virtual strangers together, and by pure luck a powerful, lifelong bond was forged.

    But then again, as David Henry Sterry said 98% of success is just showing up.

  • Podcast #1: Bowery Poetry Club Pitchapalooza in New York City

    The first of many podcasts to come, with many thanks to Lori Culwell & Stephan Cox.

  • Texas Book Festival Pitchapalooza Pitchers Pitches

    Robert Rath: Historic Novel: Wild West

     

    Arielle w/ 13 year old pitcher Caitlin Merrion
    The Book Doctors w/ awesome panelists
    The Book Doctors w/ winner Aimee Teague
    Louise Stevens: Woman's Fiction: woman and family’s secrets and lies
    Rob Bass: Short Stories: mysticism
    Meg Cobb: Memoir: woman chases jazz hero Roland Kirk
    Amiee Teague: Young Adult Fantasy: boy with a shape shifting sister (WINNER!)
    Caitlin Merrion: Young Adult Novel: best friend gets captured (author is 13 years old)
    Chad Tracy: Hard-boiled Fiction: Austin boxer noir
    Caroline Stanley: How To: career, money, wardrobe, personal shopping expert
    Alisha Gabriel: Middle Grade Non-Fiction: gruesome facts about musical instruments
    David Morris Parson: Experimental Fiction: Dante’s Inferno meets Bozo the clown meets Terry Gilliam
    Cindy Phillips: Trashy Mystery: southern sizzle
    Paul Ehrlich: Historic Novel: 1940s France
    Fran Samuelsson: YA Novel: girls, horses and Basques
  • RJ Julia Pitchapalooza Pitchers & Pitches

    Christine Noonan: Mystery: Skype session gone wrong, lobster, teachers, title: Today's Lesson is Murder
    Judith Ward: Memoir: beaten wife force by judge to pay husband
    Marsha Moreau: Memoir: family secrets and lies
    Susan Israel: Memoir: 1930s Ivy League colleges and outcasts

     

    Mark Donovan: Fiction: five-year-old dragged by mom to Italian-American women loansharks

     

     

    Miriam Murphy: Essays: woman looks back on her 70 years, bear scat
    Stephen Horner: How To: employment labor lawyer, employer-employee relations, From Hired through Fired

     

    Rob Marchese: Murder Mystery in prep school
    Clarence Jones: Fiction: foster kids, Munchausen, abuse and Triumph (author is an ex judge)
    Memoir: Scarecrow: How to Win F
    Kenton Robinson: Middle Grade Fiction: How I Correct My Were Vacation (WINNER!)
    Susan Bergen: Memoir with recipes: the comedy and tragedy of opening a tearoom
    George Torello: Memoir: a structural engineer in tragic roof collapse
    Carol McCarthy: Memoir: mobsters, bookies and growing up in Providence
    Maureen Hasely-Jones: Gardening: noted radio host we use yarns of her family’s history in gardening from 1648
    Trish Maselli: Memoir: overcoming seemingly insurmountable odds, Small Steps Find Faith Again
    Linda Latini: Picture Book: dad, kid and cancer, Snowballs Promises