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Monthly Archives: October 2021
(Really!) Okay, okay, maybe you hear me about giving yourself a break for your so-far-from perfect first draft (or second draft or third draft or twentieth draft) but you can’t seem to do it. You’re still too hard on yourself. You still think … Continue reading
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…When Do You Walk Away? Despairing after the millionth literary agent rejection, I asked my book coach, “Should I just quit?” I expected encouragement and affirmation. What I got: “Maybe you should quit.” I was stung. Was I that bad of a … Continue reading
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…Which Means the Writing World Needs You Everyone can write. (Notice I didn’t say everyone can write well…) But everyone has ideas and a lot of people want to get them down on paper, which is one reason why it’s so … Continue reading
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What Writing Really Looks Like The first time it happened, my husband laughed. He’d come into our bedroom one Saturday afternoon and found me lying on top of the covers, my hands folded, my eyes closed. “Feeling okay, Jen?” he’d … Continue reading