Author: sarahlong00

  • Running Away To L.A.

    So it’s actually happening. After years of playing with the notion of moving to Los Angeles, I’m finally doing it this Saturday. What’s funny is that my reason for it is totally different from what it had been initially. It started during my last semester of college. I was in New Orleans, in a long-distance…

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  • In The Midst Of Final Edits

    I’m so close to finishing the final draft of my book I can almost smell the freshly printed pages. It’s so exciting to see everything finally coming together. I’m hoping to start the publishing process within the next month 🙂 Here’s one of my favorite scenes: *********************************************************************************************************** Emma paused a moment. “So…you were born with…

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  • As If I’m Not Addicted Enough to Writing…

    I’ve disappeared on here for much too long. The culprit is a new publishing internship which, as awesome as it is, has been taking up a lot of my writerly time. I’m currently proofreading essays in which authors describe their first manuscripts. Their stories about inspiration, the combined pain and ecstasy of writing, and character…

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  • We’re All Mad Here

    So after years of avoiding it, I’ve finally become addicted to StumbleUpon. Last night I tripped and stumbled over this intriguing–and pretty hilarious– article about 6 crazy coincidences in history. The first two on the list were what piqued my interest the most. Of course, they both happen to involve Victorian-era writers who apparently have…

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  • Next Time I See A Giant Wardrobe, I’m Probably Going To Check Inside…

    Sometimes I feel like my characters are speaking to me. And no, last I checked, I’m not schizophrenic. In fact, I’ve read about lots of authors who have mentioned experiencing the same thing. It’s as if the characters suddenly have a mind of their own, like they’re telling us what really happened and we’re simply…

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  • I Think I’ve Fallen In Love

    I began creating the website for my book today, and I know I shouldn’t speak too soon as I’ve only just started using it, but Dreamweaver is absolutely amazing. As I’ve mentioned in previous posts, I’m not the most tech-savvy person on the planet. But somehow, some way, Dreamweaver magically makes sense. I do have…

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  • Curiouser and Curiouser

    So this post will be a little different from the norm, as I don’t really like writing about my personal life. But I learned today that my most recent ex has moved on with someone who had claimed to be my friend. We haven’t talked in awhile, but I figured girl code still applied to…

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  • Plumbing For Jobs

    Yeah I know the title makes no sense but I like it so bleeh! I’ve been spending a lot of painstaking hours applying for jobs in Los Angeles. My first interview on Monday went something like this: Interviewer who looked like a typical Hollywood producer with too much bling: Let me print out your resume.…

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  • It’s Philosophical Pondering Time!

    So I’m in the midst of editing my second book. The scenes are becoming more vivid with each rewrite, each imagining of what exactly the characters are sensing and reacting to. This is quickly becoming one of my favorite parts of the writing process; trying to get into the head of the character, see what…

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  • Technologically Impaired

     I’m one of those people who enters a room and the television suddenly blows up, or a computer crashes or a camera malfunctions. Street lights blink off when I drive underneath them all the time. It’s gotten to the point where I’m starting to wonder if my body emits some kind of screwy electrical charge…

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