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Feast

The “feast or famine” trope is familiar to any freelancer. Some days you starve. Other days are over-the-top busy.

As I poke my head out into the real world again, I’m finding a lot to chew on. I just started a new gig blogging daily on culture, science, history and innovation for Smithsonian’s SmartNews. It’s a great contrast to the longer-term projects I’m chipping away at, bit by bit. And man, am I learning a lot lately. Here’s what I worked on this week:

Sunday

I went inside the weird world of mourning rings for Modern Notion.

Monday

Pinned Down

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On August 28, I walked into the clinic. I took off my glasses—blind now—and lay on the table. The clinician strapped a molded plastic mesh mask to my face. She attached it to the table.

For the next 35 minutes, I lay completely still, pinned down. I closed my eyes. I could hear the mechanical arm of the CyberKnife machine darting and turning in the space above, below, aside, and over my head and face. Three-quarters of the way through I began to feel the radiation it was zapping into me: invisible, yet radiating, just like its name.

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Where’s Erin?

The Eternal Question
Where on Earth am I?

You’ll most reliably find me at my keyboard, working hard and looking out at the yoga mat-carrying residents of my little neighborhood in Boulder. I suppose I leave breadcrumbs wherever I go in the form of checked-out and long-reserved library books, day trips to the library at the University of Colorado, visits to the gym or doctor’s office or select hiking trails, my continued shotgun stance in Mike’s car, trips to the garden, endless uber-specific Google searches and occasional appearances among friends.

Behind the scenes, something like Progress is happening. Many can’t-really-discuss-them projects are in

What I Write About When I Write About Books

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Despite my slow brain, my middling mood, my many insignificant problems, I’ve been writing a lot lately. My return to the world of freelancing has been halting and scattered. I’m going where my interests take me these days. Yes, I’m aware that “I’m a writer who writes about things that interest me” is not really an identity, but it’s a good way in. At the very least it leads me towards topics I find fascinating and personally resonant, and more often than not those topics are books (historical, bawdy and banned) and authors. Surprise!!!!!

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