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Ranting, Raving, Writing: Withdrawal
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Ranting, Raving, Writing. Following the progress, discoveries, challenges, and (hopefully) triumphs of a new writer as she attempts to write a novel and ultimately navigate the publishing world. Tuesday, April 12, 2011. It has been just over one week since I sent out the Beta Manuscript. I promised myself that I would not edit Pack. While the beta readers are working. To that end, I've given myself one month away. Here's my reasoning:. Respect for the readers:. Is that scene really necessary? The thing i...
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Ranting, Raving, Writing: January 2011
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Ranting, Raving, Writing. Following the progress, discoveries, challenges, and (hopefully) triumphs of a new writer as she attempts to write a novel and ultimately navigate the publishing world. Monday, January 31, 2011. So I'm now revising, editing, polishing and even getting a few reviews from people. Overall, reactions have been good! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm an analyst by day, aspiring author by night, using every spare moment and a few that aren't so spare to develop a passion for writing.
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Ranting, Raving, Writing: February 2011
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Ranting, Raving, Writing. Following the progress, discoveries, challenges, and (hopefully) triumphs of a new writer as she attempts to write a novel and ultimately navigate the publishing world. Thursday, February 24, 2011. You know you're a writer when. Bathroom signs drive you bananas! There's a sign in our office bathroom that drives me nuts every time I go in there. It's stupid, and not a huge deal, but I read it every day, multiple times a day, and I can't stand it any longer. So, here's my revision:.
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Elizabeth Hilts: One Year Later
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Like Blowing Glass in Public. Sunday, July 22, 2012. In honor of the first birthday of the Wondergrandson, I offer this repost:. One waits, the waiting accompanied by a pulsing of anticipation/excitement/worry. Seven months ago I waited for this to be done:. Once the snow melted, I began to wait for these:. Today I waited for my grandson to be born. Two hours later my phone buzzed. "Baby's here. Shannon says Wendy's, please.". No No onions.". Shannon's aunt said, "Where did she get 'no ketchup? When I he...
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Elizabeth Hilts: 2013-05-05
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Like Blowing Glass in Public. Saturday, May 11, 2013. For Shannon, still the best thing I have ever done. Thank you for every minute. The first time I see my baby, a nurse brings her into my room, lays her down at the foot of the bed and says, “Well, here she is.”. A face. Pink. A hand. Also pink. I stretch my arms toward the bundle, toward that face. 8220;Beautiful,” I say. 8220;I can hold her while you do that,” I say, but New Nurse either doesn’t hear or she’s ignoring me. 8221; one of them giggles.
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Elizabeth Hilts: Protective Covering
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Like Blowing Glass in Public. Tuesday, July 16, 2013. After a while, though, I realized that the joints in my fingers hurt—not just when in use but often upon waking. In fact, my first thought upon waking was something like, “Oooowww;” the pain was everywhere. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). James M. Chesbro. Inescapable Booming: On Arrivals and Invitations. NEA Big Read Grants Announced. Life In The Philloverse. Super Bowl 50 Prediction. Goals for the Year. Cupcakes and Travel Magazines.
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Elizabeth Hilts: Mother's Day
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Like Blowing Glass in Public. Saturday, May 11, 2013. For Shannon, still the best thing I have ever done. Thank you for every minute. The first time I see my baby, a nurse brings her into my room, lays her down at the foot of the bed and says, “Well, here she is.”. A face. Pink. A hand. Also pink. I stretch my arms toward the bundle, toward that face. 8220;Beautiful,” I say. 8220;I can hold her while you do that,” I say, but New Nurse either doesn’t hear or she’s ignoring me. 8221; one of them giggles.
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Elizabeth Hilts: 2013-07-14
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Like Blowing Glass in Public. Tuesday, July 16, 2013. After a while, though, I realized that the joints in my fingers hurt—not just when in use but often upon waking. In fact, my first thought upon waking was something like, “Oooowww;” the pain was everywhere. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). James M. Chesbro. Inescapable Booming: On Arrivals and Invitations. NEA Big Read Grants Announced. Life In The Philloverse. Super Bowl 50 Prediction. Goals for the Year. Cupcakes and Travel Magazines.
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Elizabeth Hilts: 2013-09-01
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Like Blowing Glass in Public. Thursday, September 5, 2013. Julia Child Rule No. 3: Learn to Be Amused. Here it is Sept. 5 and I’m already running behind with blogging about #Live Like Julia*. I am also running behind on:. Writing the 2015 Inner Bitch calendar. Working on an essay or two that I have in progress. Getting all the “administrative” tasks related to teaching done. Reading for work and pleasure. How am I ever going to make anything of myself? Life-changing for women around the world! I believe ...
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Elizabeth Hilts: 2012-05-06
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Like Blowing Glass in Public. Wednesday, May 9, 2012. I just checked a website that one of my students used for a research paper and found an ad for live psychics—on camera, waiting for my call, drinking off-brand colas, hollering over a shoulder to someone in another room, surrounded by statuettes proclaiming someone The World's Best Mom. All I had to do was click on the image and I could have signed in, gotten news from the Universe. The thing is, I don't think I want to know. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
