This essay started as a joke between friends and became an experimental essay that was rejected by editors. Why? You decide.
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Edit Your Words, Not Yourself
Editing is for your words, not your personality. Here's how and why to avoid changing yourself for others.
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Things I Did Today After I Missed My Flight for the First Time Ever
I missed my flight today. It's for a trip I have been looking forward to, but somehow I just had my timing all wrong.
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Inside My Writing Process: What I Need to Write
The writing process is personalized for every writer. I've found it evolves over time as what you need to enter that creative space morphs.
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Thoughts on Two Dozen Years of Being Watched
I can’t remember the first time I got recognized in public. In the early years of my career, before print news really embraced the digital first atmosphere brewing, I was known by name but not face. And in those days, that was startling enough. I’d receive letters in the mail…
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Generative Writing as a Gateway to Writing Memoir
Generative writing is a writing exercise where the focus is on words on a page, not the final product. This can be a powerful technique for writers.
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Rejected Essays: She Called It Managing ‘Like a Man.’ I Call It Assertive
This looks at a personal essay entitled "She Called It Managing 'Like a Man.' I Call It Assertive" written by a writer but not sold to a publication.
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Not Engaging Can Be The Most Powerful Statement
People will believe what they want to craft a story that fits their narrative. Sometimes not engaging is the best response.
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How Re-Reading My Own Journals Helped Me Break Out of Writer’s Block
Deep in writer's block, I wondered if my career was done. Here's how rereading my childhood journals changed that.
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Writing Emotions to Create Connections with Readers
At a writing camp when I was 15, a professor told me that when I deeply cared about a subject, it reflected in my writing. But when I was disinterested, the writing became flat. At the time, it felt like a biting criticism of my work. I was ashamed that…