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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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Time Musings

I’m such a slouch blogger. I let time drift by and say nothing. Ideas flit into my brain, but no typing on the keyboard, and the ideas flit right back out. Plus, there’s the cloud floating t the back of my brain, whispering, You need to write about the book. Tell them what people are saying. Let them know readers are REALLY enjoying...

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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 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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