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“It doesn’t take long for dust to gather on your momentum, making your goals turn stale.” When I read this today I said, “That’s it!”. The thing I always fear happening after a great motivational event like last week’s writer’s conference or Tuesday’s book signing I attended. I always drive home super pumped and full . . . → Read More: Mo ti va tion…. Yesterday, after my ridiculously hard yoga class, I came home and hydrated and electrolyzed myself because I was invited off-cape for lunch at a writer friend’s house. My friend is a counselor and is putting together a collage class for women in recovery. I found it fascinating when she told me about it last week. . . . → Read More: Birthday Collage My week without Bikram was wonderful. Excellent meals and wine with friends for both lunch and dinner, working the registration desk at the Writers Conference and commiserating with such interesting people, and attending wonderful, inspiring classes. Bikram and exercise and diet of any kind was not even on my radar. It was the best conference . . . → Read More: My Week Without Bikram Jamie Cat Callan, a great author and a super fun teacher, is introducing an author friend of hers this Tuesday for a signing at a local bookstore. Her friend, Teresa Link, wrote a book called “Denting the Bosch”. I liked the title so much I decided to read the book before going to the signing . . . → Read More: Denting the Bosch & Hope Springs This week at the writing conference every teacher and student reiterated a rule right out the “writing bible” – show, don’t tell. To an author, this means engaging your characters in action and let those actions convey the themes and emotions of your work – do not simply narrate your story. Today, walking on . . . → Read More: Show, Don’t Tell You learn important lessons in the strangest places. While watching the dvr’d version of a soap opera, one thing I’ve observed in the behavior of the characters was the way they stop and pause extra long after being asked a major question or told something really huge that’s going to cause conflict. This very pregnant . . . → Read More: The Strangest Places When I write an email, I have to send it. When I write a letter (or, I should say, back in the day when people actually wrote letters), I had to mail it. When I write a blog, I have to publish it. People would ask me why I have to send or publish it. . . . → Read More: The Answer When I was a child I never got to go to summer camp. I read books in which children my age went to summer camp, but I never got to go. I used to play by myself in my backyard, with imaginary friends, having a great time at an imaginary summer camp. Today, looking back, . . . → Read More: Summer Camp! Yay! Some days are meant to be written and talked about, but some days are just meant to be lived and enjoyed. Today was one of the latter. And so, as another day at Fenway goes by, such fun with hubby, daughter and her friend, and…I have written…just a little. Be nice…please . . . → Read More: Some Days If there is anything I hate, it’s clutter. My husband will attest to this. He always accuses me of throwing away the day’s paper before noon and says were lucky to have two kids – that I didn’t throw them away, too. When I redid all the rooms in our house, I emptied them and . . . → Read More: Clutter |
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