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A Reading

Call me ridiculous. I just drove 45 minutes—45 minutes to and from—to participate in a reading. I was one of nine authors. The reading was at a local library. I had 13 minutes to read. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. In fact, when the facilitator was reading my bio, I thought, Ellen, why don’t you tell the truth? Skip the...

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Decatur Book Festival!

Y’all, I’m going to the Decatur Book Festival! I’m so excited. The festival takes place right outside of Atlanta. I know, the Falcons. Not good for a Saints fan. But take a look at the lineup of authors. It’s really fabulous. I’ll be on a panel with another writer who uses her family in her writing–more...

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In the “Movies”

I expect I’ve mentioned here how hard it is for me to see photos of myself. Traditionally, it’s been even harder for me to watch film of myself. “Movies,” as they say, rather than still photographs. Recently, I appeared on the Earle Farrell 4Memphis Show. My husband was there during the interview. He said I did a good...

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The Kindness of Strangers

This authoring business is a Blanche DuBois undertaking. Like the heroine in A Streetcar Named Desire, authors must depend on the kindness of strangers. First, an author asks people to come to their event. Then, when the guests arrive, you want them to buy a book. After that, you’re hoping they crack open the book and read it. Once...

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A Delightfully Rambunctious Novel

I’m so pleased with this review, y’all, I have to share it–thank you to Chapter 16 and reviewer Bradley Sides for the extremely kind and enthusiastic review of WHEN WE WERE MURDEROUS TIME-TRAVELING WOMEN. Calling it a “rambunctious novel” packed with “action, humor, and heart,” he found it...

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Me

The Magic of the Book Launch

It wasn’t an accident, the magic of the book launch. I thought long and hard about what would feel like a success to me. After I did a guest reading at a coffeehouse in December in Ocean Springs, I knew I wanted it at a coffeehouse. Also, I wanted other authors joining me—at that reading, we had about eight writers reading. The...

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The Rules I Broke

I’m a rule follower. Maybe a better characterization is that I believe experts when they tell me there’s “a way” to do a thing. When I was beginning my writing career, the “way” was to get short stories published in fine literary journals. At the same time, you worked on a novel. The theory was an agent would...

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Vonnegut

When I was in high school, I favored a small library located in a strip center. The library shelves began as soon as you walked in the door. From my weird spatial perspective, the library arranged the books backwards—the cataloguing began at the front desk, placing the fiction authors whose names were at the end of the alphabet closest to the...

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