November, I love your red lips and your leather jackets.
November’s busyness has only been accentuated by NaNoWriMo; I look up and the month is halfway gone and the word count is halfway there and the MFA@FLA Writer’s Festival (which kicked my ass with its awesomeness–Chris Bachelder was stunning, and I can’t wait to buy the work-in-progress that he read from) is over and the lovely Claire Barwise’s visit is over and everything is hazy. And crazy.
I fully intend to write something intelligent soon, namely about writing race. There are blog posts I intend to respond to by doing so–of course, those are two weeks old already, and in blogland that’s a lifetime, but I keep telling myself: the writing comes first, the writing comes first.
Phoebe
Phoebe is a 20-something writer who lives in New York State with her husband and cat. She is a dork, not a geek or a nerd.
Her debut novel, Starglass, will be released from Simon and Schuster Books for Young Readers in Summer 2013.
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