My mother told me, “Books are your friends.” What was I doing? Standing on some, maybe. Or I had thrown one across the room? Maybe I’d written in one: our old family copy of Charlotte’s Web, which I somehow managed to take with me when I left my parents’ house, and which I read to our children […]
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When I was their age, writers themselves did not exist beyond the stories I read. Stories and books simply were–like my parents, like trees, like breathing.
Read moreWe sat down together in November, my delightful editor and I. Truly, Elizabeth is delightful. Soft-spoken, encouraging, joyful, savvy, and a real Powerhouse of a Person. Elizabeth Gets Things Done. So I sat down with her because I needed a little help with the whole social media aspect of this book publishing thing. My […]
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My novel and I are in a strange twilight these days. I finished the book over a year ago, completed the edits for publication in January, and was handed a hard copy (two of them, in fact) last month. For all intents and purposes, this book is ready to go. Except that it isn’t. There […]
Read moreI have this thing I do when deciding about a book. Do you do this too? Whether standing in the bookstore or the library stacks, at a rotating book rack in the airport or, even, in front of a bookshelf in the home of a friend: I open the book at random and I read. […]
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