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Yep, I Got All That from a Conference

I went to the first regional conference of my organization, the Women’s Fiction Writers Association, in Philly this weekend. It was a nonstop sort of weekend, with workshops and meetings from 7:30 a.m. to 9 at night. I got to speak on a panel with other authors and agents, including my own. I sat down (in a bar, but never mind that) with Ann Garvin, a USA Today bestselling author and professor at the University of Wisconsin (“You’re from Wis-cahn-son! My brother and sister-in-law live in Wis-cahn-son!”). I gouged my hands open on a razor in my overnight bag and dripped blood all over the bathroom I was sharing with an author friend. It was eventful. A theme popped up over the course of the weekend: keep moving. Agent Katie mentioned the exact phrase during her keynote speech. Ann, during her workshop presentation, addressed something similar: if we forget what we want, we end up just standing still (she was talking about characters moving through a plot, but about real life, too). I ended up discussing it too, during a question I answered on the panel…

For It’s a Jolly Good Fellow

Okay: I normally don’t post about Book Things here on the ol’ blog, but…you guys. That book that I started so long ago? The book that journeyed through billion revisions and a pregnancy and birth of a baby boy and a wonderful agent and a house move and little to no sleep on its way to actual, real life publication? That book just celebrated (well, we’re celebrating it, anyway!) it’s birthday. It’s a year old, today.I know. I can’t believe it either. (And yes. I AM working on the second one. It’s a slow process, okay?) In the spirit of celebration, I’m hosting a giveaway on my Facebook author page. It’s easy to enter, and I’ll send one winner a signed copy of All the Difference, a cute, roomy tote bag, plus a copy of my friend Kristin Contino’s The Legacy of Us, partly because it’s also set in Philadelphia and partly because Kristin’s writing is a hoot. Sounds fun, right? If you’d like to enter, just go here. If…

Because Seasons Change

David and Cian and I just dropped the girls off for their first day of the new school year. First and second grade. Tiny plaid uniforms. Backpacks that still look a bit too big for their little bodies. Saoirse told me last night that she wasn’t ready for the year to start–this summer had been too nice. Too much fun. “Relaxing,” she said. You know already that I felt the same way. I wasn’t the Author this summer, or really even the Author Mom. I really didn’t have a choice to be anything other than Regular Mom once vacation started, and while I’m not so sure I want to know what that means for a burgeoning writing career, these past weeks were some of the best that I can remember. Maybe it’s because I didn’t have a choice: I had to be in the mix with these three kiddos whether I wanted to be working or not, so I just gave myself over to it. It was the first time since I started writing toward publication that I didn’t feel utterly guilty…