Social Media. Producing results for my new book!
People consume video clips like hot dogs at a baseball game.
People consume video clips like hot dogs at a baseball game.
Stories. I love a good story, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you do too. Seems like we can’t get enough of ‘em. As much as any, I love the anecdotes people tell me in everyday life. Please permit to share a couple. Ottomus As a kid, I spent entire summers in Vermont, five miles […]
I debated whether I should be vulnerable and write this piece describing the nerve-wracking experiences I have endured during our electronic age. When I told my writer friend Jeff, he warned me, “There will be some young folks who won’t understand your problems at all. They’re lightning fast on the computer.” Even though those youths […]
When I began expanding the social media campaign for my upcoming book about Norman Rockwell’s Vermont models, a troubling image came to mind. I pictured myself sitting in a small motorboat just off the seashore, wondering where in the world to cast my line. I felt overwhelmed by the vast ocean. I was aware that […]
The most http://Sthaggerty.com Coming up with an idea for a book is like any other project. You want to make sure that if you put your blood and sweat into it, you’re creating a book others will find worth reading. I want to create books people will love. A carpenter does not simply order a […]
One of the neat things about conducting interviews in Vermont for my book Call Me Norman, The Stories of Rockwell’s Beloved Vermont Models, is that I renewed old friendships and made new ones. This came just when I needed it because we had just lost Charley Bentley, who had been my family’s closest friend in […]
Photo 1. Click Here For CHRISTMAS HOMECOMING Summary of last week’s blog, the first half of this prologue to my upcoming book, CALL ME NORMAN. The Stories of Rockwell’s Beloved Vermont Models. My parents took us from our Connecticut suburban home to spend 2 1/2 months in rural Vermont. Once we were an hour into New York […]
By S.T. Haggerty/Facebook: Stephen T. Haggerty On the final day before summer recess in third grade, I glanced back at the round clock on the wall of our classroom. The small hand pointed to two; the large hand almost to three. 2:03. Two minutes left. I shifted my body so that I was seated on […]