Category: Author
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2018 Reading Challenge: Reading Women Challenge
reveal yourself: what are some of your challenges, demands for 2018? I want the juicy details! let’s get through this together.
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Meet Nicholas: or, Hello There! | Crafting My Author Biography
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Novelist. Reader. Archaeologist. After high school I hit the road. A spontaneous bus ride to Mexico City led me into the hazy mountains, the deep emerald forests of Chiapas where I discovered the beautiful and heartbreaking world of the Maya (yes, they still exist) and found something deeply rooted, down in my heart of hearts:…
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Books, Brew & Merry Christmas (or whatever you’re up to) be it naughty or nice.
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Whether you’re downing books, brew, or both, I’m wishing your a wonderful holiday season and merry Christmas,
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From the Rooftops of Granada — an excerpt from my manuscript for ‘The Outsider.’ A Confessional Memoir/Novel on Identity, Love, Travel and Revolution in the Arab Spring.
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in Adventure, Art, Author, Authors, backpacker, Backpacking, Blogging, Book Blog, Confession, existentialist, history, In Another Country: Novel, Kansas City, literature, love, memoir, Middle East, NaNoWriMo, nonfiction, novels, poet, Poetry, publishing, Review, rough draft, Spain, The Outsider, Travel, travel writing, travelblog, travelblogger, traveler, writingI mean, it’s not cheating if nothing happens. Oh, but emotions run deep. Which begs the question: What’s worse, an emotional or a physical affair?
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Opening lines: A Story About Identity, Revolution, and What it Means to Be a Modern Human. A Work in Progress #LiteraryFiction
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in #WisdomWednesday, Adventure, Africa, American Road Trip, Arabic, Archaeology, Art, Author, Authors, backpacker, Backpacking, Blogging, Book Blog, books, existentialist, knausgaard, literature, memoir, nonfiction, rough draft, The Outsider, Travel, travel writing, travelblog, travelblogger, traveler, writingExcerpt from The Outsider: A Memoir? “The sky out my window is that fiery red which makes the heart swell with life and there it is again: that sensational expanding within my chest, rising to my throat, gripping and stinging my eyes.”