London, Lyon and Lingerie
After a weekend of Quaker shenanigans and an evening at the London Tap Jam, I’ve arrived in France. My suitcase, unfortunately, has not. The good thing…
After a weekend of Quaker shenanigans and an evening at the London Tap Jam, I’ve arrived in France. My suitcase, unfortunately, has not. The good thing…
Cambridge, on a sunny summer’s day, is enough to make me forget about every American institution I’ve ever considered. It doesn’t help that today is commencement at…
Of course, the novelty of rain may wear off once I’m back in the UK but that’s a risk I’m more than happy to take.
Here are the things you should not do when querying a literary agent. You should not say your manuscript is finished if it is not. You…
God, I love Staples. In preparation for the Writers Conference, I went to Staples every day last week (on Saturday, it was a package of “fiesta”…
It’s 5:40am. It’s 5:40am on Saturday, actually, and I am still alive because yesterday, at the Philadelphia Writer’s Conference, I managed to not have a heart…
It is Tuesday morning and I am freaking out. Why? Well, for starters I am finally going to quit my day job. I gave Head Boss…
Something wonderful happened today. And no, before you ask, The Shop was not destroyed by a giant meteor (although, come to think of it, that would…