Even the doctor was shocked when she saw me last week. “You poor thing!” she said, shaking her head. That’s not what you want your doctor to say to you under any circumstances, but she had a good reason: I came into her office looking like The Elephant Man’s ugly little sister. One
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Like most writers, I spend hours alone and doodling on my laptop, even on Saturday nights. Until recently, I had zero interest in fist-bumping people on social media, preferring to spend my time on fiction rather than fall down virtual rabbit holes. Publishers, however, have a different idea. These days, they expect authors to master
The year I turned thirty, I nearly died trekking over a mountain pass in Nepal. This was the same 17,769-foot pass through the Annapurna Circuit where, in October 2014, an unexpected snowstorm took the lives of nearly 40 people. My adventure could have turned out just as badly. I had gone to Nepal to meet
I’m not sure there’s enough wine in the world to launch a new novel without the jitters. Luckily, writers have lots of people cheering us on. I’m not only talking about our mothers and spouses, but about our booksellers, librarians and readers. They’re the ones who make us feel as famous as Kim Kardashian, even
I was walking with my kids on the beach when my father-in-law leaned over the balcony to shout, “Your agent’s on the phone! He has a book deal!” Was that my lucky break as a novelist? Not exactly. Remember Hillary Clinton’s concession speech after losing her presidential bid? She said that, although she hadn’t broken
I didn’t always love sheep. When I was growing up, my mother kept a small flock in a field next to our house, and our sheep did not exactly stand out as intelligent, or even interesting. When the sheep shearer arrived, all he had to do was sit them down on their hindquarters and