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I do. Always have. And, still pondering the full meaning of the Jennifer Crusie article I referenced here last week (The Weasel Has Landed), I wandered over to Sheila’s Starlines, and discovered that she has done what I’ve been considering.
Protect the work.
One person I trust implicitly has been telling me for […]
Talk about taking awful news and turning it into something good. RuthAnne is an FMer who discovered writing was hurting her health, and who found a way to turn it around and make it something that would actually bring her back to health, and give her a potentially saleable book at the end of […]
Good God. I found the weasel. And a fireplace poker to hit him with.
You know, from Weasel Of My Dreams. Thank you, all of you who offered dream interpretations on that one. They were tremendously helpful. And thanks to Sara Donati, from whose weblog I found Jennifer Crusie’s website. […]
I am a huge, pitifully-gushing, pathetically sychophantic Jennifer Cruisie fan. I haunt bookstores for her stuff, I have been known to elbow Very Mean Women out of the way to snag a last copy on a first day, and thank to links on Sara Donati’s weblog, I just found out that Jennifer Cruisie has […]
When I was a kid, I got moved around a lot. I was the new kid in school in third grade, fifth grade, sixth grade, seventh grade, eighth grade, and ninth grade. It was not fun, it sucked, it was lonely and hard, and every time I made a friend or two, we […]
I was walking through a spacious, beautiful house last night in my dream, admiring the play of light through the windows and following some sweet music that I could not quite catch. My family was around, but not with me, and the whole mood of the place was bright and happy.
I passed […]
Writing a novel is an exercise in faith — faith in self, faith in story, faith in the process of writing.
Self is the rock-bottom core faith that you dare not lose; you must believe that you can finish the thing in order to finish it. Writing a story is a tightrope walk, […]
Yeah, I think this works. Cheers for the girls, cheers for the neighbors.
You know those drug ads where you get the great news about all the good things the newest wonder-drug is going to do for you, accompanied by foggy, dreamy Vaseline-cam pictures of beautiful people running through fields of clover and daisies, followed by a monotoned weasel reading the product warnings at Guinness-World Record Speed: “May […]
More from the mailbag, this one in the category of “Excuse me, but which of these questions have I not already answered on this very site, AT LENGTH?”
“Hello, my name is [withheld]. I’m doing a project that requires me to interview a person of my topic. I hope you get this and e-mail me […]
