The End

I recently published my first edited book,  Labor of Love: A Literary Mama Staff Anthology ,  with  Small Harbor Publishing . It's an anthology of writing from  Literary Mama  staff over the past 20 years. It's a beautiful collection and I am proud of the writers and proud to share the book.  It seems a fitting moment, as I pondered sharing about the book here on the blog, to reflect on my life as a blogger, and acknowledge that it is time to officially end this blog.   I started blogging in about 2007, when my baby was learning to toddle, when I was learning how to be a mother and stepmother, when I was just starting to see my way as a writer. I needed it back then. I craved it. I had a variety of blog iterations--family, art, creativity, writing things I delved into. There's a freedom in blogging, a casualness, an easy familiarity that's lacking (for me anyway) in other kinds of writing. I loved blogging and the words came pouring out.  Ove...
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emerging guest post

Emerge (v) 1: to rise from or as if from an enveloping fluid  2: to become known or apparent  3: to rise from an obscure or inferior condition.

They say emerging writer, as a nice way to put the fact that no one knows who you are and you have not been published. It's a friendly way to say you are unknown. I like the term however, and want to call myself an emerging writer.  It gives the impression that one is going places fast, or coming out from an underwater cave into the world above and blinding everyone with your brightness and dryness. 

I am not entirely sure that one can name themself emerging, you might have to be labeled that by someone else.  Hmmm... In any case, I'm sticking with it. And just to show you how emergent I am, check out my post over at the Muffin today.  WOW- Women On Writing thought my 500 words or less was shiny enough to put up on their site.  The underwater cave was nice, but I'm ready to dry off now...

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