Category: Writing

Lost And Founder.

Posted on
Jul 19, 2018
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My beloved wrote a book. How it came to be was radically different from my own path. When I wrote a book, it became a job, it became the thing I was doing because on a daily basis, there’s not that much else that is asked of me. But there are always things asked of…

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Scenes From a Bookstore

Posted on
Jun 22, 2018

“Why do they have so many copies of  my book? Is that a bad sign? Does that mean no one’s buying it?” “No. Your book has been out for a year, and they have a lot of copies. That’s a good sign. That means they keep it in stock.” “Are you sure? Because doesn’t it…

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782 Words About Writer’s Block

Posted on
Jun 21, 2018
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I don’t know what writer’s block looks like for other people. I’ve never discussed it with my friends who write professionally, perhaps because it seems like a silly, self-indulgent think to talk about. “Hello, friends who also make a living making sentences. Do you know how sometimes the sentences are hard to make? How putting…

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Unhelpful Charts for Writers

Posted on
Mar 21, 2017
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While I initially started this post with the aim of creating helpful charts for writers, that was soon abandoned because I don’t really know what helpful advice I have to offer about writing, other than to maybe not be sober while doing it. (And that’s not even my advice – pretty sure that Hemingway came up…

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Writing a Memoir? Be Ready to Kill Your Darlings.

Posted on
Sep 16, 2016
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Posted in: Book, Writing

Hi, friends! Remember me? I’m that lady who spends all her time blogging, unless she’s distracted by something shiny, at which point she forgets to blog for weeks and weeks and weeks. (Related: I just got a new necklace and it. is. shiny.) Oh, and also, I’ve been working on the book. That’s kept me…

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  • Dinner with these handsome fools.
  • Finished products. Feeling pretty darn pleased.
  • One of us is not doing a good job of handling the prospect of returning home.
  • Staring from the stairs. Seriously, all hotels need to be built in old monasteries, don't @ me.
  • Him: Take my arm.

Me: *incoherent giggling*
  • It is incredibly hard to capture how incredible our hotel in Canelli is. It was once a monastery, and monks lived here for a hundred years. The halls echo, the ceilings are vaulted, and we eat breakfast in an old stone cellar.
  • A bit of Michelin starred magic this evening. Veal cheeks with onions, foraged salad, tajarin with loads of truffles, and a chocolate soufflé. And then she threw her pants out the window.
  • Rooftops in Barbarello.
  • Foggy rooftops in Canelli. We're staying at a hotel that was once a monastery above this little town.
  • Having such a ball with these goobers.

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