Sam Toale

@s-toale-writes.bsky.social

Short story author writing my debut novel 🖋

I am aware that at least a quarter of this opinion comes from being a bitter hag, but many of the deluxe edition books coming out these days do not warrant a deluxe edition. Especially when publishers are deluxing books that don’t even have a regular edition.

I was recently reminded of this fabulous advice: When you fail (because you will at some point), be sure to *fail forward.* No rejection or mistake is a waste of time or potential if you choose to learn from it.

Make more art. I don’t care if you think it’s bad. I don’t care if you’ve been drawing for 20 years or 20 minutes. I don’t care if you choose to share it or keep it to yourself. I don’t even care if it’s literally just scribbling on paper in anger. Just make art. Don’t let anything stop you.

How soon do y'all DNF a book? I'm only 20 pages in and haven't picked it up in over a week. I can't get into the story but fear I haven't given the author a fair shot. Should I just cut bait and move on? Probably. Will I? Probably not until I agonize over it for another 2 weeks.

As a writer, New Adult is such a new and interesting genre to navigate. My FMC isn't in college, and she already has a job. "Georgia" is about mother-daughter drama and establishing healthy boundaries with family members in your 20s. Is there an audience for that?

Here's an excerpt from my short story "Broken Chapels," published in the Fall 2024 issue of Austur. This story is an allegory for failing marriages and is a personal favorite—let me know what you think :)

“Do you think they’ll rebuild the chapel, or just level it?” Walter asked as he glanced down at the coin in his hand and turned it over to look at the back side, admiring the eagle.
John paused and frowned at the question. “I suppose that depends on the integrity of the remaining foundation and the cost of rebuilding.”
Walter nodded towards the front pocket of John’s trousers where he’d been stowing all his collected glass. “You clearly think the chapel is worth rebuilding.”
“Why do you think that?”
“You’re collecting the window pieces.” He paused as one of the birds above them cawed again. He flipped the quarter, catching it Washington-side up. “You wouldn’t be holding onto something so broken if you didn’t want to try and fix it.”

Not all books are meant to survive their generation. Times change, social attitudes change; aesthetics change. Editing and re-editing a book to keep it palatable for modern readers is like trying to keep a person alive long after their body has given up. Let books die when their time is over.