Post #7–A fun ride.

I could barely contain my excitement. I had trouble conceptualizing what my life even was. I had always known I would break into the literary world… but this? A memoir? A co-written memoir about my marriage? I had never, in a million years, considered that this...

Post #6–The best possible news.

I was in my office between sessions when I got the agent’s first response: I just started it today and am already impressed. More to come very soon. I can’t describe the sensation that little email created… two sentences, that meant so much. He had read...

Post #5–A draft in the agent’s hands

The work was beautiful. It felt synchronistic. We were both immediately engaged–we got home from that trip and felt ready to pounce on the project. We didn’t tell each other what we were doing–there was little-to-no prep work–we just sat down...

Post #4: Memoir

Isn’t the thought of a (then) 32-year-old writing a memoir hilarious? That’s what I thought. I spent the next few days saying things like “Sorry, Lolly, I can’t come and help with dinner right now. I’m too busy writing my memoirs…”...

Post #3–Timeline

So, here’s the sequence of events, kind of. 2009–I wrote a novel. It about killed me. Queried, got a positive response, but realized I hadn’t edited the manuscript and that I’d queried prematurely. (For the record, it still sits, unedited,...