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Now in its fifth year, the Burt Award for Caribbean Literature recognizes up to three English-language literary works for young adults (aged 12 through 18) written by Caribbean authors.
CaribbeanReads has had the pleasure of publishing two Burt Award winners, 2nd place winner in 2014 Musical Youth by Joanne C. Hillhouse and 3rd place winner in 2016 The Protectors’ Pledge by Danielle Y. C. McClean.
This year, the winning title will be awarded $10,000 CDN, and two finalists will be awarded $2,000 CDN each.
Publishers of winning titles will be awarded a guaranteed purchase of up to 2,500 copies, which will be donated to schools, libraries, and literacy organizations throughout the region. To date, more than 22,000 copies of winning books have made their way into the hands of Caribbean youth.
Published books, previously self-published books, and unpublished manuscripts are eligible for the award. Eligible books and unpublished manuscripts may be submitted to the Bocas Lit Fest by publishers registered and operating in the Caribbean. Unpublished manuscripts or previously self-published books may be submitted by authors directly to the Bocas Lit Fest.
Books published between 1 November 2016 and 31 October 2017 and eligible manuscripts must be received at the office of the Bocas Lit Fest by 31 October 2017.
See attached for the official 2018 guidelines and entry form. More information at http://www.bocaslitfest.com/2018/burt-award/
I’m launching my latest YA novel, Barberry Hill at the TDC Mall St. Kitts this Saturday at 3 pm. So excited!
I’m really looking forward to attending WORD! – A Caribbean Book Fest in NYC this weekend. I just read an article by Kellie Magnus, my co-panelist and I loved the quote “Caribbean stories deserve a place in the multi-billion dollar children’s book market.” Join us at CUNY this weekend.
If you will be in New York this weekend, check out WORD! I will be speaking at 3 pm and I will have copies of books on hand. Hope to see you there. Continue reading “WORD! In New York this weekend”
When you work for yourself, especially if you are providing a service in which the raw materials of your craft are primarily intellectual, you will inevitably (read often) be asked to work for free. In fact, you are lucky if the person even acknowledges that they should expect to pay for the services. This article contains very professional ways to approach these requests that you work for free.
The first time I picked up The Giving Tree, I reacted very strongly to the author’s photo on the back. I thought, “This must be an excellent book, because the author is a scary looking guy!” And it was true. Shel Silverstein became one of my favorite children’s books authors.
I thought about him this morning as I got ready to go to a bookstore to discuss doing a book reading there. The Giving Tree was written more than fifty years ago, and I wonder how Mr. Silverstein, who seems rather reluctant to be photographed, would have fared today when everything is recorded and immediately disseminated.
When Summer Edwards, the founder and Managing Director of Anansesem CaribbeanReads contacted me for an interview I readily agreed. Anansesem is a wonderful project, and I encourage budding writers of all ages to take a look. –Click here to read the interview.
The events in Connecticut last week made me just want to hold my kids close and reminded me of this little note I jotted down several years ago.
I held him in my arms and I knew that I would never again be the person I was just seconds before. Continue reading “Birth of Love”
I knew it would end, you see
one night; this triangle of he, me, she
wasn’t right, it could never be.
A terrible plight, but love doesn’t work with three.
I planned it would be ended by me
on my terms; Not so that he
would squirm, ache, cry, plea
and yearn, begging to return to three.
But so I would leave with me,
whole; He’d have she and she-he
to hold; And I would be
okay, all told, okay with just me.
But he chose her over me
first; Let all I thought was we
burst; without a word, decree
or curse, he broke the triangle of three …
and in doing so, almost broke me.
I stand in front of my mirror, examining my body, checking for new lines, blemishes, wrinkles, those things that come with a maturing body. I hold up my hair to get an unfettered view of my back and realise for the first time that no matter how I twist and turn, I cannot see the nape of my neck. I wonder what it looks like, if it is covered with moles and blemishes like the rest of my back.
I give up and turn to face the mirror again, still holding up my hair. My husband comes into the room. I watch him watching my reflection as he walks towards me. When he is right behind me, he bends, kisses the back of my neck.
“Perfect,” he murmurs.