Tag Archives: Greatest generation

Hopefully Not Stuck…

I haven’t posted much recently because I’ve been busy with work and clients. This, of course, means that I haven’t been doing any writing either. There is a write-a-thon coming up next weekend and I intend to take full advantage … Continue reading

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What’s the Difference?

About a week ago I received a call from a woman who had a few questions about getting an agent. She had written a memoir. I asked her to send me her query letter and a few sample chapters, which … Continue reading

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Happy Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentine’s Day The other day I was pondering my mother’s view on holidays. Christmas was by far her favorite, but she never let others slip by without some sort of acknowledgement. It was often a Hallmark card, maybe it … Continue reading

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Thoughts on Editing Help…

While I have a couple more vignettes to write, my editor brain is chomping at the bit to dig in and get to work. Anne Lamont wrote a wonderful essay entitled, “Shitty First Drafts” and I have no doubt that … Continue reading

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A Reading Makes it Real

Last week I read one of the vignettes from this memoir journey at the Rosemont College MFA monthly reading. I was invited to read as an alum. I chose to read the one in which I discover the mystery baby … Continue reading

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It’s Five O’Clock

Yes, I took advantage of the snow, the 2 feet of snow, to do a little writing. The first piece I wrote about was a Nor ‘Easter that nearly killed good friends on Mums and how they came to stay … Continue reading

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Let it Snow…

Snow, snow, snow… To some the fluffy white stuff means shoveling and inconvenience. To me, snow means time to write. So I’ve been getting amped up like a school kid since last night when the snow predictions began rolling in. … Continue reading

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