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Sunday Letter: 07.22.18

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Sunday Letter 07.22.18

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

This past week was a mixed bag for me. A mix of moods, productivity, weather, everlittlethang. Maybe it all goes back to the rollercoaster I blogged about HERE. Or the excessive heat! I happen to believe when the temperature soars over 100 degrees, all rational bets are cancelled. No one can be held accountable for feeling wholly uninspired during extreme conditions. This morning, our temperature is only 67 degrees! Just like that, the heat spell has broken. At least for now.

I missed a writing deadline last week. I never miss deadlines. Luckily I work for someone who is flexible and understanding. We all need a little grace from time to time. Right? Still, I hate to be late for anything. I’m hard-wired that way.Continue Reading

on being an author… keeping it real today

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On being an author - keeping it real.
I’m two-and-a-half years into this author gig. At times, this new journey has been fantastic, at times nerve-wracking. Always it’s surreal. Opening myself up to feedback and criticism and whatever comes next (or doesn’t come at all) can be exhilarating and scary, sometimes within ten minutes.

Nearly every day someone asks me for advice. What’s it really like? Do you make any money? I’m always willing to share the tablespoon of knowledge I’ve collected. Today, I’m keeping it real, bringing you the great and the not so great. I’m sure other authors have different experiences, so as always, I’m only speaking from my limited perspective.

What’s it like?

In a word, rollercoaster.Continue Reading

Sunday Letter: 07.15.18

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Sunday Letter 07.15.18

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

Welcome to the backside of July. As we slip-slide into the dog days of summer, I find myself looking toward fall. Once 4th of July is over and my birthday comes and goes, the rest of summer feels like Side B of a record I was just dying to have.

Remember Side B?

We saved our money and begged our Mommas to drive us to town so we could hand over a few waded up paper bills. Then for the rest of the summer we played Side A over and over until we memorized all the lyrics or made up the words we couldn’t quite understand. Side A was everything we thought it would be, but the flip side? It was just okay. Not the reason we doled out the money in the first place.Continue Reading

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