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Blog Archives
Just the beginning
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Elly
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Elly
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WOOHOO – was the feeling that wrapped my entire body when I heard my agent Trish say the words I’d been waiting so long to hear, “You’ve got a book deal!” Then I screamed and cried and hugged and cried and hugged and that pattern lasted for quite some time.
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Grateful
by Elly
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Elly
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With Thanksgiving days away, I divide my time between my kitchen and computer. Write. Cook. Write. Cook. Repeat. As I chop, dice, prep // plot, type, delete, I think. A lot. Sometimes my mind trails to finding the right balance between turkey/stuffing/mashed potatoes/pie and sometimes my mind wonders to a place unrelated to Thanksgiving dinner,
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Meet my 100-year-old inspiration, I call Gram
Meet my 100-year-old inspiration, I call Gram. At her tallest (which is not now) she was 4’10”. Proof that inspiration comes in small packages. Until she was 99 ½, she worked every day. Every day. She put her butt in her desk chair and wrote the newspaper for her condo association.
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Got Community?
by Elly
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Elly
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When does being alone not feel lonely?
Writing, as we know, is a solitary sport. I create, write, edit, revise and begin again, alone in my office with my dog Oscar. Thus, the logical conclusion is that I feel alone.
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Inside Out
by Elly
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Elly
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Do you ever feel inside out? Like who you are on the inside doesn’t match who you are on the outside? The way you look or dress or wear your hair, doesn’t seem to match what you feel or who you are.
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Swallow me whole
I was recently asked, why write for middle school? I guess you could say it just found me. My middle school voice, that is. When I sat down to write, my twelve-year-old self just showed up, and started following me around my story. She reminded me of all the seventh grade moments when I wished the linoleum floor in the girls’ bathroom or my English classroom or the cafeteria would open and just swallow me whole.
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All my peas are back in the pod
As of last night, all my peas were back in their pod. My oldest son, Josh, got home from Midd College to make the stuffing (compliments to the Southern Son, also known as his roommate, Nick) and my other son, Greg, (soon to be a college boy – hard to believe) will be on appetizer-football guacamole duty.
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