All posts tagged: Jodi Picoult

Wednesdays with Writers: My Reflections on Jodi Picoult’s SMALL GREAT THINGS, Racism in America, Black Female Professionals, & so much more

By Leslie Lindsay  I have a black female physician. I love her. She’s gentle and kind and funny. And has a lovely English accent. Plus, she loves to read. I bumped into her at the local post office one day before Thanksgiving. I had recently completed Jodi Picoult’s most recent novel (her twenty-third), and I wanted to shake her by the shoulders (gently, mind you) and say, “Oh my gosh, have you read this book?” Instead, she told me, “You’re gorgeous in those warm, jewel-toned colors.” I probably blushed, because, let’s face it, bumping into your doctor in public, who has seen what’s under that hospital gown is a little akin to being a grade-school student and seeing your teacher at the grocery store. I mean, teachers eat? Doctors go to the post office?  Our exchange was brief that day. But it stayed with me. And, ironically, it wasn’t about me and those jewel-toned colors, but our interaction; she might be my doctor, but I consider her a friend, too. In fact, as a parent–a …

Write On, Wednesday: Planning to Pitch

By Leslie Lindsay I have been toiling away on this novel of mine for some time now.  On and off for about four years now.  Geesh…you’d think I’d just give up already.  Well, in the meantime I published another book (non-fiction–see side bar) and it’s doing quite well–a finalist in the Reader’s Choice Awards (hey–we writer’s gotta toot our own horns sometimes).  Here are some things I am grappling with as I approach ‘pitch time:’ I guess I think I’m good-enough to get published, which seems very um…well, conceited… overly confident?  I don’t know…I don’t like either term.  But I will tell you that there is something deep down inside of me that wants to get a book into the hands of readers.  More of a drive, a personal challenge, something I can’t help but do because I am a writer. The art of writing a novel feels very self-indulgent.  Cringe.  I hate that, too.  What got inside my head and whispered, “Write a novel?”  Call a it muse, or “successful schizophernia” as Jodi Picoult …