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Quaker Pagan Reflections Featured in Writing Cheerfully on the Web

Writing Cheerfully on the Web, an anthology of Quaker writing, is now available for order.

And Quaker Pagan Reflections is in it!

Edited by one of my favorite Quaker bloggers of all time, Liz Oppenheimer, it also features the work of many of my other favorite Quaker bloggers, including Chris Mohr, Robin Mohr, C. Wess Daniels, Aj Schwanz, Peggy Senger Parsons, Micah Bales, Will Taber, and Peterson Toscano. Sections include Ministry & Worship, That Of God, Convergent Friends, and Love As A Testimony.

Why should you buy a copy of this book? Well, besides the fact that I'm in it (and, did I mention, I am in it?) there's the fact that all of the featured writers do a terrific job at voicing some part of the complicated choir of the modern Religious Society of Friends. Absolutely there will be points of view that will surprise you, maybe even provoke you a bit. But, if you are interested in Quakers, the book will offer a juicy, quirky, lively, and sometimes even wise and insightful look at how a range of us walk our talk.

Plus--did I mention--I'm in it!!!

Writing Cheerfully on the Web can be ordered from Quaker Books--though, at the moment, you will need to email your order, as the direct link to the book is not yet up at their website. Alternatively, you can order the book through, the POD publishers.

(If you are email ordering from Quaker Books, be sure to include the quantity desired, your name, shipping and billing address, and a telephone number. For orders to private individuals they will call you later for a credit card. Or phone them, between 9:00 to 5:00 pm EST, Monday-Friday, at 1-800-966-4556.)


Liz Opp said…
You're the best, Cat. I really wish I had more time to search for a post or two of Peter's too, to have included.

(And for the record: No monetary or material exchanges were involved in any way to include Cat in the book. ...She's in it, y'know.)

Liz Opp(enheimer), The Good Raised Up
Nate said…
What? No kickbacks from the vast fortune being amassed from sales of this instant classic???
Even I got a free copy of Peggy's book just for providing a shameless puff (which she only printed because it was true)
Well, but...... You are IN it!!!
Ok, then, I'll order at least one copy
It's true, it's true--not even one morsel of dark chocolate has changed hands in the production of this book.

And, Nate--I will give you _outright_ 10% of my share of the profits from the sale of this book, in exchange for providing more shameless puffery, here or elsewhere.

You can't get any fairer than that! *grin*

Seriously, judging by the previous blog anthology I have read, Martin Kelly's The Quaker Ranter Reader, there really is a pleasure to reading on paper essays that are available online. The work of collecting the best or most relevant pieces is actually significant... and I really do read printed paper differently than I do online writing.

Even without a profit motive, I'm really hoping the book sells well... and not just because (did I mention??) I'm in it. But because the writers represented are such a strong cross-section of what is good about the online Quaker conversation going on around us in the blogosphere.

Thanks again for pulling this project together, Liz. I'm thrilled to be included in such good company. (Does it show?)
Hystery said…
Congratulations, Cat. It is very cool. However, it seems like it would be frustrating to read blogs in a published volume. Where would I write my comments? :-)
Hystery--I _hope_ you'll leave your comments on your blog. (ie: reviews and publicity would be nice! There is no big publishing company backing this book, so knowledge of it is going to be a matter of word of mouth--or pixel?)

Of course, the other response is in a collection of your own writings--something I'd love to see. I think of you and Bright Crow as the two Quaker Pagan bloggers I would most like to write a book with!
Liz Opp said…
Hystery, I also want to say that I mention in the introduction (found here) that the downside of having a book is having no forum for exchanging comments, as exist on blogs.

On the flip side, though, the book will help allow for book groups! And that's a huge reason why this collection exists: to make it easier for some face-to-face study and discussion to happen.

Martin's book certainly has planted seeds in at least a few of us, about possibly compiling our own blogposts into a book. And hey, that would be a piece of cake for me to do, now that I've mastered at least I've been wondering about hiring myself out for that sort of editing work. Any takers...?

Liz Opp, The Good Raised Up
Hystery said…
Cat, you know I'd love to write with you and Bright Crow. I'd love to write in general, come to think of it. Oh well. I keep thinking of book and article ideas but not having a clue how to move from the writing to the publishing, I am loathe to begin any projects.

Liz, this is such a spectacular accomplishment! It is a wonderful thing to carry these bloggers' words beyond the blogging community. I'm a bit in awe of it.

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