Thanksgiving (1997) is the day I met my husband. I’d heard about him for years. My best friend met him…
Author: Emily Winslow
Our central library has been closed for renovation for TWO YEARS. They did a great job providing services in the…
Jonathan Player took this photo, in our (very orange) living room. I totally lucked out that he caught a moment…
Every day I read: Agent Blogs: These blogs are great for insight into how publishing works. They’re updated every day.…
I tried it on just for fun. I was fifteen years old, from New Jersey, in a London department store…
The book deal thing went slooooooooooow and then–zip!–done in a day. The slow part was submitting. Some interest, some suggestions,…
Fall is lame here. I don’t know if it’s that the temperature change in England is too gradual or what,…
I used to be a night person. Ideas percolated all day, while I was in school or at work. Finally,…
I was in Berlin when I got “The Phone Call.” For those of you who aren’t aspiring to publication, The…
My recurring stress dream is always the same: The cast of my college production of Nicholas Nickleby has been called…