Sue Winegardner is an Assistant Editor at Entangled Publishing, working for Heather Howland, who is the Michael Phelps of editing (minus the speedos and the dodgy behavior). She started her career at a magazine publishing company doing page layouts, which segued into a marketing position at a leading international airline. While working there, she lived in London, Washington DC, New York, Paris, and back to London. Then true-love arrived in the form of a man in uniform, and she upped sticks and re-located permanently to the US from her beloved England, a place she is perpetually homesick for.
In her spare time, she reads, writes, shoots competitive trap, and studies all kinds of history. She has dreams of using her qualification in archaeology one day. She loves her husband, mainly because he understands that she gets a free pass if she ever meets Aaron Sorkin, Woody Allen or Caitlin Moran.
Sue is so incredibly excited that Heather has given her the opportunity to work with some of the most awesome authors. She worked on Samanthe Beck’s new releases PRIVATE PRACTICE, and LOVER UNDERCOVER; Tonya Burrow’s SEAL OF HONOR, and Leah Rae Miller’s THE SUMMER I BECAME A NERD. She simply can’t wait for all of these to hit the bookstores!
Let’s see how Sue answers the Proust Questionnaire!
What is your idea of happiness?
Hanging with my husband and pup.
What is your favorite song? When do you first remember hearing it?
I guess I have two. The first was Hey Nineteen by Steely Dan, heard in a boy’s bedroom a long, long time ago in a far off land. More recently, I have a long standing love affair with chill lounge jazz, and my current favorite is Ursula 1000’s Kinda Kinky—first heard in a west coast, city hotel roof top bar.
Which talent would you most like to have?
I’d love to be able to sing, a sentiment echoed by anyone I pull up alongside in traffic.
On what occasion do you lie?
Only to save someone’s feelings, but never at work. Entangled Publishing was set up by authors for authors, so if we are able to give feedback on a manuscript, you better believe it’s going to be scrupulously honest!
What is your present state of mind?
What is your motto?
Do your best, and be nice.
What character trait do you most value in your friends?
A sense of humor (or the ability to appreciate, and not be offended by, MY sense of humor).
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
Well, I was going to say “…to be fair…” and “…on the other hand…” but my husband interrupted me and told me, quite firmly, that my most used words and phrases are:
“You complete wanker” and
“For God’s sake, pronounce your bloody ‘T’s.”
Which gives you an idea of what I’m like to live with.
Your favorite painting?
The Two Princes in the Tower by Sir John Everett Millais. I first saw it up close at the Royal Holloway and was transfixed. I wish we knew more about what happened to those boys…
What is your favorite journey?
Into the Plaka of Athens from the airport, or turning into my neighborhood. (I often tweet photos of the latter!)
What is your favorite time of day?
Dusk. It’s anticipatory. Like the feeling you get when you’re just about to sneeze…
With which literary hero or heroine would you most like to share a coffee?
Aaron Sorkin. God, I wish he would start to write novels. But in my mind, he’s nothing if not a literary hero. In a less surreal life, I’d most like have coffee with my boss, Heather Howland, who is a literary heroine to MANY authors (and me!).
What do you need to achieve before you can die happy?
To be published, and to take The Grand Tour with my husband.
Who or what is your first love?
English History, and the feeling I get of belonging, and continuity, when I have my fingers in English soil.
What’s the last dream you remember?
I dreamt that aliens were coming in through the back door of my childhood home. I stabbed at the long silver fingers that poked through the holes they’d made. They were saying, “Ouchy…that’s not nice!” and I woke up just as I was thinking that aliens weren’t as badass as I imagined.
What’s your madeleine?
The soft thunk of tennis balls being hit over the net. When I was little my bedroom overlooked a tennis court, and in the evening I would fall asleep to that sound.
Without thinking, in one word: what is life?