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Feb.28.2011
The litmus test for my marriage began on Monday when I printed out the first hard copy of my novel and passed it to my husband. He’s read my work before, and I am quite used to his “leave it or cleave it” honesty. Or, so I thought. Tuesday night, being sure to keep banging around in the kitchen so...
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Feb.27.2011
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When my husband came home on Christmas Eve eve, he found me sitting on the couch with my laptop. I was staring blankly at the screen, my contacts long since discarded, my glasses and cat lady sweater in place; my hair a rat’s nest stabbed with a pen. I seemed to think the harder I stared at the...
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Feb.27.2011
All my life I’ve suffered from an overactive imagination. At six years old, sitting in our station wagon outside Herndon’s Market, I became convinced that the tattooed men getting out of their truck were on their way to kidnap me. Leaning over the console, I slammed down the driver’s side lock and...
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Feb.27.2011
A few weeks ago I read an article about 10 gadgets every writer needs. Remaining true to my and my husband’s ancestors (mine were "Black Bumper" Mennonite, his Old Order Amish), I am going to flout those fandangled thingamabobs and write about 10 non-electrical gadgets every writer doesn’...
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Feb.27.2011
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This week I attended an author luncheon in Nashville. Over the course of my hummus wrap, I quietly listened to the realities of the writing life: backs aching from hunching over a keyboard or toting suitcases and laptops hither and yon; flying into beautiful cities that are never seen beyond a...
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