Progress: Homecoming

Last night I finished a “complete” first draft of my third book, second of the two I am currently working on. By “complete” I mean it has a beginning, middle, and an end, while there is of course huge gaps that I need to go back and fill with character development, fact checking, etc. But it’s done.

250 pages currently and tentatively titled Homecoming.

I will start my second workshop for Quickenings next week and I am looking forward to that as well. Feeling a lot less nervous than I did before my first workshop in a long while. (baby steps).

Link to Homecoming premise here:
http://inthefamilyway.tumblr.com/post/20308965598/new-story-idea-from-a-dream

Link to post about first workshop here:
http://inthefamilyway.tumblr.com/post/16521584276/workshop

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Modern Girls & Old Fashioned Men: “What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a...

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“What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is…

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My favorite book and movie.

My favorite book and movie.

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Karina Smirnoff on Fifty Shades of Grey: “Friends told me it was a must-read, so I finally gave in and bought it. It’s definitely the kind of book that makes you blush, yet it’s so well written.

I don’t watch DWTS but I’m adding it to my boycott list. I don’t support programs that promote illiteracy in their staff. Lobotomy for her.
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PSA Husbands: Something to Never Tell Your Wife

“Your stomach looks so much worse in shirts.”

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duh

50shadesofsuck:

vulture- new york magazine’s culture blog, compiled a list of the horrible 50 shades of grey synonyms. i can’t even make it through the article without getting PTSD.

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I’m doing something pretty special this weekend. I’m going back to my college for our ten year reunion. As much as it pains me to admit it has been ten years, I remind myself I am lucky to be alive, healthy, and excited to be celebrating. My college experience was a unique one, at least compared to some of my friends’ memories. I attended an all-women’s Catholic liberal arts college in a little haven of a Midwest town that felt safe and that bolstered feminist ideals and creativity. I would get wake up calls from nuns if I missed class, we would walk to class in our pajamas and in winter, through the underground tunnels that connected everything. Our class sizes were small, always in a circle and felt more like a group therapy session than a class. Sure, we got in trouble and hijinx, too. Who didn’t in college? We made some great memories, and some even greater moments we don’t remember happening even the morning after. I can only hope that my kids someday love their college experience as much as I loved mine. Or half as much. I never thought I would find myself attending such a school, but when I went for a visit it just felt right. It felt like home. And I can’t wait to go home.

I’m doing something pretty special this weekend. I’m going back to my college for our ten year reunion. As much as it pains me to admit it has been ten years, I remind myself I am lucky to be alive, healthy, and excited to be celebrating.

My college experience was a unique one, at least compared to some of my friends’ memories. I attended an all-women’s Catholic liberal arts college in a little haven of a Midwest town that felt safe and that bolstered feminist ideals and creativity. I would get wake up calls from nuns if I missed class, we would walk to class in our pajamas and in winter, through the underground tunnels that connected everything. Our class sizes were small, always in a circle and felt more like a group therapy session than a class.

Sure, we got in trouble and hijinx, too. Who didn’t in college? We made some great memories, and some even greater moments we don’t remember happening even the morning after. I can only hope that my kids someday love their college experience as much as I loved mine. Or half as much.

I never thought I would find myself attending such a school, but when I went for a visit it just felt right. It felt like home.

And I can’t wait to go home.

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50shadesofsuck: thanks @kona99

50shadesofsuck:

thanks @kona99

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electr0ns:

We don’t have a word for the opposite of loneliness, but if we did, I could say that’s what I want in life. What I’m grateful and thankful to have found at Yale, and what I’m scared of losing when we wake up tomorrow and leave this place.

It’s not quite love and it’s not quite community; it’s…

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