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MMM – Please Welcome Gone With the Wind Scrapbook!

Wow. What amazing conversation! Keep it up…all comments this week will be entered to win a fabulous first-edition-style hardcover of the book of the hour, Gone With the Wind.  Speaking of GWTW, have you checked out How We Do Run On: A Gone With the Wind Scrapbook yet?  It’s the blog I can’t live without, chock full of ruminations, doppelganger fashions, and in-depth inquiries into the world of the Wind.  Please welcome Claudia, one of the dynamic duo behind the blog, for a very quotable guest post!

“As God Is My Witness…” – A Quote for Hard Times

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6 Days…

She was sitting there waiting for something or somebody and, since sitting and waiting was the only thing to do just then, she sat and waited with all her might and main.

Anne of Green Gables, Lucy Maud Montgomery

The countdown continues…and today you can not only sign up to win a galley of The Heroine’s Bookshelf, but you can now turn to Jo March, Lizzie Bennet, and Scarlett O’Hara for advice to life’s pressing problems on The Roaring 20s.

Anticipation….and a Contest!

“What are you doing up so late, Prima Donna?” he asked. “It’s not Saturday night, you know.”

“I was sitting at the window,” she whispered, “waiting for my arm to drop off.”

– Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Is the release of one’s first book as anguishing as Francie’s midnight vigil?  No way, but it’s fun to look back at passages about waiting from my favorite heroine tomes.

While you wait (just eight days to go) for The Heroine’s Bookshelf to hit your shelf, why not participate in a contest? 

Tell me who you can’t wait to tell

Invincible Louisa – Case Study #236236264646

It’s a singularly exciting, overwhelming, and trying time these days.  I find myself on quite the rollercoaster of ups and downs in terms of my day job, my writing, my relationships, and my own self-image.

Maybe it’s some kind of lunar phase or solar phenomenon (since everyone I know seems to be in upheaval), maybe it’s my age or something in the water.  I’m certainly at sea, and it turns out that all I really know for sure is what I have known how to do since the beginning…read myself into comfort and some semblance of sanity.

These days that