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My other two daughters started school as well--my youngest is in high school! Crazy. I know I keep saying this, but it's gone by so fast! We are back into the help-me-with-homework evenings, Friday-night football games, and never-ending car troubles. This thing where boys ask girls to Homecoming with posters... why did that start? Feels like something Hallmark should take advantage of. Writing has been tough since the last newsletter. It isn't writer's block, and it isn't too many interruptions--the problem is getting all the complexities I want in the story to be compacted into a storyline that also provides action. I'm definitely not hitting the mark yet, but it's better than it was a couple of weeks ago. I typically have points like this in each story, but this one has proved particularly difficult. I think it's because I locked down tighter on some of the major pieces of the story and didn't leave as much wiggle room. As you might suspect, I've also got to move an army while still keeping the story personal. Lots of challenges. That said, I also have to spend time on marketing. I've been digging into reviewer quotes to use them in my ads. So thank you to those who have reviewed. Here's some of the ads I'm trying out. This stuff is hard--finding the right images and quotes (or other messages) is very different from writing stories.
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