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Cathy C. Hallhttps://cathychall.wordpress.com/I write, write, write. Then I rewrite, rewrite, rewrite. THEN I submit all those polished-up words out into the world and sell 'em. It's a plan that's worked pretty well.

What Not To Do Wednesday on Writer Socializing

July 14, 2011 by Cathy C. Hall

I totally get it, grasshopper. You’re a writer because you don’t particularly like to socialize.
You like to hunker down with your laptop and beverage of choice and write till the sun rises over the horizon and your fingers cramp and your eyelids feel like sandpaper against your eyeballs and drool drips from the corner of your mouth.
Yeah, I get it. But eventually, you need to come up for air, step out of that comfort zone, and socialize. And yes, it’s not easy, ’cause basically you’re kind of shy and really, can’t you just socialize on the Internets?
Well, grasshopper, that’s a beginning. But if you have the opportunity to meet with other writers, at a conference, or a workshop, a book signing event, or a Zaxby’s on the way to Florida, make a plan and go! Because you do not want to miss the warmth, the joy, the fun, of talking, sharing, and laughing with writers who really are more than writers. They’re friends. And believe it or not, just like you.

And P.S. When one of the writers (okay, me) tells everybody to make a crazy face, you really should make a crazy face. Or the crazy-faced writer (okay, me) looks like an idiot.

(And P.P.S. Thanks to Lisa, Debra, Linda, and Cathy-on-a-Stick for a wonderful afternoon!)

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Dear Sun

July 11, 2011 by Cathy C. Hall

Or maybe Dear Hot, Broiling, Sun. That’s how I’m going to start my Unsent Letter. Because I’ve got a little something something to say about this heat situation–although my brain might be too melty to make any sense.

Let me just direct you to all the particulars for the Unsent Letters site. You can get paid for a blog post, and if your letter gets selected for the book, you can get paid even more. And you don’t have to be a professional to pen a letter. Anybody can write a letter, and just about everybody’s got something to say. Plus, I don’t think there’s any specific deadline here, but honestly, I can’t really think much at all these days.

Except to say that Mr. Sun’s going to get a piece of my mind. Or what’s left of it.

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