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 it. He was...

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 and started writing....

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…" *puts hand to forehead in a dramatic...

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, rotting in my hard drive....

In its earliest iteration, this blog was a writing blog. Actually, no, scratch that. In the earliest iteration, this blog was about ADHD. But even then, the whole idea was writing. The year before, I'd written my first novel. I knew I needed to build a platform...

Hi! Here's my day so far: I woke up at the crack of dawn, by which I mean to say 8:32am. I rolled over and tried to sleep while my daughters were screaming about getting their hair done. At 8:53, Tessa came in and climbed in bed with me. She made me play "alligator"...