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Writing Reflections. One of the reasons I started writing had to do with the strange sense of slowness I experienced when diving into a new world inside my head and translating that onto paper. Dipping into characters who were doing far cooler things than I was, decorating scenes with opulence or simplicity, allowed me to lose…
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WARNING: This post contains a significant amount of gratitude A Mid-Summer Update I don’t usually start my newsletters off with an introduction, but there are almost fifty new friends here, so I wanted to take some time to say hi. Over the last several months, I’ve started this newsletter alongside Instagram to grow my platform as…
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Making My (Book) Mark. My grandma used to say the older you get, the faster time goes — so you might as well walk slow. As things pick up for me in the book world, I’m encouraging myself to remember that mantra. While I have my manuscript out in agent inboxes, my focus has been…
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I’m grateful to write my ninth newsletter while sitting on our deck, soaking up this warm spring weather (before we get another inch of rain). Every time I craft a post, I can’t help but feel blessed to know each of you have agreed to yet another email in your inbox. I say this each…
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BEGINNING (And thanks to you who have no appreciation for story telling) THE END I met the devil on a Tuesday. Except back then, he went by Saint. Goodness, where are my manners? All riveting stories start with a tragedy, or so the devil—apologies, Saint—always said. This one is no different. It was precisely a…
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Newsletter Mayhem, More on Manuscripts, and a British Political Murder (Mystery Book) Thank you to all of you who’ve been steady subscribers for the past several months. I’m so grateful for each of you! If you’re noticing this email looks a little different (hopefully better) than my previous ones, I’m using a new provider called…
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You never know what questions will kill you. The two-tone chime is the only greeting you receive. You follow the trail of melting slush on the tile, ignoring the obligatory, fluorescent warning sign because it would never happen to you. The overhead lights whine: go home, let us rest, what could you possibly need at…