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Crooked Legs

        I tried to catch myself, but only managed to catapult down those steps like an awkward bouncy ball that rolled and bounced in a haphazard, unpredictable path for what seemed like an eternity. With every roll down those steps, I could hear the crowd gasp in a collective “ohhhhh” and could feel my dress ride higher up on my hips.

I was born with crooked legs. I am told I first learned to walk while wearing metal braces, very similar to those the main character wore in the beginning of the movie Forest Gump.  Mama used to tell me I was “knock-kneed, pigeon-toed and bow-legged, with one leg longer than the other”, though I see no signs of any of those conditions today. Mama was known for her inventive exaggerations, so I am inclined to believe my sisters’ accounts of my childhood maladies, which are less interesting but a bit more believable. Read more…

Your writer’s platform needs to be unique, like you

Great advice!

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The adage of ‘if you build it they will come’ can be applied to a writer’s platform.

If you build a strong platform, business will find its way to you.

Building a platform doesn’t happen over night, let’s say that right at the start. Most likely, the experience may turn out to be something like a successful author who says “It took me 8 years to become an overnight success.” No one, except you, truly knows the effort you put in to building your business. But with a strong platform, one day everything will click into place and you’ll realize the effort was worth it.

So, what goes into a strong writer’s platform? Here are some pieces to consider:

  • Your website and/or blog is a great place to start. Make sure to have your photo, bio, some samples of your work, descriptions of past projects, and a list of…

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An Atari Kind of Christmas

        I just knew everyone could see straight through me… After a brief jackhammer like pounding, my pulse began to slow, and I could feel the fire leaving my face. My body was like rubber, and I felt like I had just walked a tightrope over a sea of piranhas.

 

 1479289_10202812808820528_576699923_neditThe holiday break was over. I could still hear the sound of the bell ringing in my ears when Ms. Hurto made the announcement that would cause my stomach to plummet to my feet.

“Everyone, put your chairs in a circle,” she began. “We are all going to take turns telling what we got for Christmas.”

The sounds of almost twenty, seventh-grade girls sliding metal chair legs across the pale green, industrial tile almost drowned out the sound of the roaring in my ears. With sweaty palms I gripped the back of the bright-green, hard, plastic chair. I was sweating. Read more…

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