by The Weed | Dec 20, 2014 | The Weed
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...
by The Weed | Dec 19, 2014 | The Weed
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...
by The Weed | Dec 18, 2014 | The Weed
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...
by The Weed | Dec 17, 2014 | The Weed
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…”...
by The Weed | Dec 15, 2014 | The Weed
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,...