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“… I could only warn him to look to his zest, see to his gusto.” ~ Ray Bradbury in Zen in the Art of Writing Lately, we’ve been talking about boredom and its funky bedfellow, the blahs. If you’re in a rut, finding your days are too much but not enough, let’s look at a …

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C-rack! the falling acorns strike the rooftop like bullets, one every minute or so. When it’s windy, semi-automatic nut-fire makes my HSD (Highly Sensitive Dog) duck under the nearest chair. The oak’s offerings inform me to make like a squirrel and get busy. It’s a call to arms: Write harder, truer, bigger. Autumn makes me …

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Finishing: A Novel Idea I’ve done it twice, but three times has not been a charm but a curse. And yet I’m within shooting distance, wrapping up novel number three. I’ve been wrapping it up for the better part of a year. But now I have a bee in my bonnet. I am finishing this …

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My latest Huff Post effort made the front of HP’s Entertainment section Monday. But fast-forward 24 hours, and poof! it’s gone like Will Byers, to (Internet) parts unknown. I’m always amused by what bumps me off, this time I think it’s something about the 50th anniversary of The Monkees. Not that my ST piece is …

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So during my recovery days, I’ve unsubscribed from annoying emails (sorry, Forever 21); organized my CDs (classical, standards and a very small box marked “other”); and nearly abused my public library privileges. I’ve even pulled an Edith Wharton a few times, taking tea in bed and writing the morning away. (If I call tapping away …

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If you’ve poked around here, you know I like to write fan letters to authors. I’ve never written a note to one who has passed. But who knows? Maybe Madeleine’s listening. She was always listening. Dear Madeleine L’Engle, I never knew you, but I miss you. You’ve saved my skin more than once. There was …

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Barbara Brown Taylor is the author of some rollicking good reads, especially if you enjoy elegant prose with an introspective, Episcopalian vibe. (Who doesn’t?) Check out the trilogy in this order: Leaving Church, An Altar in the World and, my favorite, Learning to Walk in the Dark. Taylor lives, I’m told, near Clarkesville, Georgia. Dear Barbara Brown Taylor, My …

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  Dear Anne Lamott, I’m nuts about your writing and want to be you when I grow up, except for, maybe, the dreadlocks. (I have an odd-shaped head.) But you hear that all the time, the nuts part. You have fans and students and you’re no stranger to the NY Times Best Seller List. A few …

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In this high-concept, first-person present-tense, mean girls world, warm and cozy is not a YA genre. But maybe it should be. Here’s what’s on my teenage girls’ Christmas wish list: fuzzy socks, fluffy robes, animal slippers, furry pillows. Retail’s ready to accommodate—shopping won’t be difficult. I’m sensing a trend with a capital ‘T,’ and here’s what …

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