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#AmEditing Blood Oath

Sending a book off to be edited is kind of like prepping a kid for their first day of school. I spit-polished a few chapters, dressed it up in a nice Word doc, and put it on the bus to be somebody else’s problem. Bon voyage, book!

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Down Memory Lane

I am invisible, secluded in a corner of my homebound train as it groans and clatters its only song across a thousand miles of tracks. Out of the window, telephone lines bob and weave against the blazing sky. Days-old patches of snow tuck away into the red earth while blackjack oaks fade into the endless, sun-drenched horizon.

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