OLD NEW AUTHOR
It is “Author Night” at a meeting of a very fine book club. I am the author. As a memoir teacher, it’s not my first Q&A gig, but tonight they will discuss my book. In other words—we will discuss me, the old gal who threw her dysfunctional life (and her mother’s) onto the…
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“How will you know your book is a success?” a wise man asked. This question came shortly after publishing I Knew You by Name.” “Oh,” I said, “all I really care about is the worthiness of the project and that my writing be accepted by my friends and…
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The leaves in the photograph belong to a red maple that preens outside my writing room. A tree to make your heart sing. I call my tree Brother Maple so you can guess I’ve been reading about St. Francis. (God’s Fool: The Life of Francis of Assisi by Julien…
Continue readingALL THE LEAVES ARE DOWN And the Sky is Blue
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The book is finished and published and now I blog and blurb and tweet and post. But down deep, lovely sentences swirl, waiting, yearning to join together in another book. It’s never too late. Or that’s…
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