Category Archives: Gratitude

Starting Fresh. Again.

A Fresh Day

So. A little bit of time has passed between my posts once again. Shocker. šŸ˜‰ For those of you rejoining me here as I’m starting fresh, from the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Many of you have followed my story online since I created my website and started blogging in 2015. Just before then, Iā€™d done a major life reset by leaving my job of 16+ years, moving solo from NYC to Florida, and publishing my first adventure-mystery novel.

Thatā€™s what I call a pretty good reset. A pretty eye-opening one, too.

Iā€™d spent most of my life prior in a semi-content stasis with little large-scale change, and oftentimes loaded with feelings of boredom and loneliness. That first major reset has been hugely wonderfulā€”not without problems, of courseā€”but worth the world to me.

Something I tried to learn from that shift is how to be comfortable with change.

Because periodically since then, Iā€™ve been hitting that reset button. Write and publish novels? Ding! Insinuate myself into the design and construction fields? Ding! Design and renovate fixer homes? Ding! Which of late has been both my major time draw and my creative outlet. Utterly challenging, utterly rewarding.

And now, close to 10 years later, Iā€™m facing another potentially huge reset. In some ways, I feel Iā€™ve come full-circle, because Iā€™m now able to refocus on writing. This came about in a frustrating, wacky wayā€”and let me tell you, itā€™s been a year, againā€”but Iā€™m working on my flexibility and am focusing my creativity once more on writing. It feels a little like coming home. šŸ™‚

So, starting fresh for me, with this, certainly isnā€™t starting from scratch. More, itā€™s revisiting where my heart took me before, and finding new avenues to happiness. Itā€™s about keeping my head up as I wander, looking forward instead of down. Not because of FOMO, rather, because of the importance of paying attention to and appreciating whatā€™s here and now. The little things, like ducks, and the big things. šŸ˜‰ Of course, it helps to exercise that olā€™ peripheral vision. Like the rest of you, I try to keep from stumbling on the sidewalk cracks or getting tossed by a rogue wave.

Looking Ahead to a Fresh Start
Looking Down Does Help

And as ever, focusing reminds me of all that I have to be grateful for: life, love, home, health, the list is long and worth reflecting on. Always, but especially when life throws those unexpected resets your way. šŸ˜‰

Thanks again for spending time here with me. Iā€™m still slow to dive into social media, but Iā€™m gradually returning to a few bits I enjoy, where I can engage with my friends and readers. Hope to see you there. And here again, soon!

#grateful #keepwriting #keepreading #writingcommunity #readingcommunity

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Counting

Blessings

When the holidays roll around each year, I try to pause for a few minutes and recall the events of the past months. To contemplate the good and the bad, the twists and the turns, and to revel in making it through another three sixty-five.

This year is no different. Though perhaps Iā€™m starting a little earlier, trying a little harder to be mindful of whatā€™s happened, how precious life is, how important it remainsā€”every dayā€”to be grateful for all the positive people and things in my life.

As continues to be the case year after year, 2019 presented more than its share of challenges. Even so, Iā€™d rather focus on the good and carry the positives with me into next year and the one after.

To that end, I decided to keep this post short and share a few of the simple things Iā€™m ridiculously grateful for:

  • sweet, gorgeous, and goofy smiles from my husband, and the mornings he makes me coffee while putting away the dishes
  • Cuzzieā€™s warm-fuzzy socks
  • watching seagulls fly over Route 1, far from the beach
  • the scent of woodsmoke from our neighborsā€™ chimneys and fire pits mingling with the apple-crisp fall air
  • random texts and goofy friends
  • family surprises, pitch-ins, celebrations, and remembrances
  • so many wonderful books
  • making gulĆ”Å” from scratch that tastes almost as good as my mother-in-lawā€™sā€”according to the hub!!
  • writer friends laughing and supporting as much as critiquing and helping make my work better
  • Harry Honda starting right up on a cold morning after I’d left the overhead light burning the night before (even though Iā€™d reminded myself to turn it off)
  • racing down a dark street on a friendā€™s speedy electric scooter, trying not to wobble or fall off while the gang cheered me on
  • living in a town with its own fort!
  • random customers dealing with issues who still strive to be polite while working to resolve the problems
  • the openness of the sky, where so much is visible: sunlight, clouds, rainstorms, birds
  • dear family and friends, old and new, near and far, who add so much love, laughter, and chaosā€”I mean excitement šŸ™‚ ā€”to our lives

And you know Iā€™d be remiss if I didnā€™t add something book-wise. Iā€™m so thankful for the opportunity to write and publish the stories I love with the support of family and friends and readers. Sharing my stories is a dream come true. And I so appreciate having readers who enjoy them and ask for more.

Treasure Bound
Treasure Bound, Book 2 of The Treasure Quest Series

I hope this post gave you a chance to think about your own year gone by. And perhaps you’ll take a moment now to share a warm thought or kind word or smile with someone just because. Thanks for reading…always. #grateful šŸ™‚

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5 Tips to Quell Christmas Madness

Around the holidays, my writing muse seems to crowd too often into the far corner of my living room, the one where auctioned-off nails and tubs of dusty sporting equipment rub handles with dented cardboard boxes of old papers andā€”you guessed itā€”Christmas decorations. The muse hovers behind the tottering stacks, scrunched between the windows I havenā€™t washed the insides of in three years (theyā€™re inaccessible, thatā€™s my excuse) and the not-rickety pinewood shelving my hub built those same years ago. I think she enjoys that corner because she knows Iā€™m unable to easily reach way in the back, and that pulling her out would require more time and effort to dismantle the obstacles than I have on any given of-the-season day.

So, as I hoarded minutes here and there between work, housecleaning, meetings, and the usual day-to-day dribbles of life, I let my brain free-float for ideas on how to quell some of the madness that coexists with this time of year. The madness that drives my muse into that corner. Handily enough, letting my brain wander often teases the muse out of her hiding spot. Lucky for me, this time she helped me come up with five goodies, suggestions I was happy to jot down and share with you to help restore your seasonal sanity somewhat, I hope.

1ā€”Always a favorite of mine: create a master holiday to-do list. My readers and friends know Iā€™m a huge fan of lists. I have been as long as I can remember, and now that I juggle different jobs, a husband, and a household, among other things, I find lists indispensable. During this season, a list helps me focus on the things most important, as well as helps me anticipate the fun as our big holiday celebration, Christmas, draws near.

2ā€”Window shop before your gift-giving holiday gets too close. Since Hanukkah is already nearing completion, this tip might not work for this year,but keep it in mind for next. I donā€™t like feeling rushed to buy presentsā€”actually, we donā€™t even buy that many anymoreā€”but I do enjoy browsing and getting ideas before purchasing anything. This is a big change from my old habit of doing all my Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve! But I find browsingā€”even for a few minutes here and thereā€”helps bring the holiday and Christmas spirit a bit nearer. I donā€™t have to buy something to feel the joy of giving grow.

3ā€”Have a think on your favorite and not-so-favorite holiday traditions and try to cut back on those which no longer excite you or bring joy to your family and friends and whoever you share your time with. I long ago gave up writing buckets of Christmas cards (sorry, everyone!) because time would run far away from me. Now, though, I try to focus on sending fewer, longer holiday catch-up emails with friends and family I no longer see frequently. This helps me feel connected, despite usually not being able to celebrate with our family and friends stretched around the globe. Skype also works great, especially with our families in New York and The Czech Republic.

4ā€”Remind yourself to keep things simple. Do you find yourself attending a number of celebrations during this season? Or hosting one? We often do, and to keep things simple, we bring or make one or two usual dishes we know are crowd pleasers, like my hubā€™s famous spread/appetizer, chlebicky (pronounced kla-beech-key), and my giant pot oā€™chili. Rather than drive ourselves bonkers with time-consuming or costly preparations, this helps keep us and our friends stuffed and happy. A decent bottle of red wine helps, too. šŸ˜‰

5ā€”And finally, donā€™t forget to sneak off for a few minutes to enjoy your favorite pre-holiday ritual. Maybe you like to drive the neighborhood with your other half to take in the lighting spectaculars. Or zone out in the bath with a pine-scented candle, a glass of that red wine, and some Christmas music tinkling over the pop of bubbles. Or, my fave, curl into your reading nook with a Baileys and your latest mystery, wrapped head to toe in a fluffy, toasty blanket. Yes, I live in Florida, but it still hits the 30s here. Hee hee hee.

So, readers, fans, friends, and family, I love this time of year, but with all the secular busyness, I sometimes have to remind myself that Christmas commemorates the birth of Jesus Christ, and thatā€”for me, at leastā€”is a reminder to focus on giving, loving, and trying to be a better human.

There you have it. A few perhaps-not-so-secret tips for bringing a bit of calm to you this season. I hope they work for you. And bring you peace and happiness in some form. As for me, Iā€™m going to grab my current book shortly, The Rope, by Nevada Barr, and have a quiet read. šŸ™‚ ā€œMerry Christmas to all, and to all a good nightā€¦.ā€

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My State of Writing

Iā€™ve struggled a lot these past few months to blog consistently. So often, thatā€™s the writing I push to the back burner when life pops up with tedious little requirements like grocery shopping and feeding the family. šŸ˜‰Ā  Itā€™s a bummer, putting it off, because while blogging isnā€™t my favorite form of writing, overall I enjoy it when Iā€™ve had time to think over what I want to say. And like most things, Iā€™m better at blogging when I practice more.

One decent side effect is that though blogging took a back seat, the editing on Treasure Bound continues on a semi-regular basis. I feel slow as a sloth at that, but I can honestly say Iā€™ve kept up with the edits for the last few weeks. I wish I could work faster, but at least I feel the changes are substantial and accurate. I know someone will find fault with something in the bookā€”maybe a detail about the Puente Map, or a liberty I took with the Castilloā€”but Iā€™m trying hard to make my story as correct and entertaining as possible.

With all this said, then, I decided my December blog would be sort of a year-end recap of me and my writing life, along with a little progress report on Treasure Bound. So here goes.

Some of you may recall I started out on a good writing note this year. I had my blog up and running and produced two pieces a month (my 2017 New Yearā€™s Writing Resolution) for a couple early months. Iā€™m sad my resolution was shorter-lived than Iā€™d hoped for. Iā€™d tried something new this year, a formal editorial calendar and a social-media-post suggestion list. They both worked very well ā€¦ to the extent I used them. Agh. After a short time, the printed lists became buried on my desk, only to be seen when I remembered to shuffle through the piles of paper.

Still, I have to say the quantity and quality of much of my writing (and marketing) has improved over last year. For that, Iā€™m truly happy and glad. And along the way, Iā€™ve had some fantastic experiences, too. This was a year of fun writing firsts: I guest spoke at a local book club where I discussed Emerald Obsession, answered questions, and read an excerpt from Treasure Bound; I hosted my first EO author signing in downtown Saint Augustine. Iā€™m honored to say my signing was the best theyā€™d hosted, despite being set up on short notice. Thanks again, AnaRosa Burke, for your incredible support! Also, this year saw me make new writer friends when asked to participate in my first Flash Fiction Blast hosted by my friend, fellow author Rita Henuber. Positive reviews and comments on my short, ā€œBitter,ā€ gave me a lift, especially during the ongoing TB edit process.

And in between that, our Irma-extended trip to the Czech Republic, an extreme poison ivy allergic reaction, Thanksgiving week in a Georgia mountains cabin, still sticking with the crazy-but-interesting part-time job, freelancing here and there for NY, trying to finish the detail work and dĆ©cor on our house, and taking care of the household and my hub, Iā€™ve squeezed in time for editing Treasure Bound.

CZ Dad Garden

Blood Mountain, GA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If you remember, I had that big olā€™ cow in June when I realized Iā€™d only half-written the story on my computer and had the other half scribbled longhand in my notebook. In mish-mash pieces, no less. Boy, was that a kick in the butt. But Iā€™m happy to report progress!

Not that I have an updated word count to give youā€¦yet. Iā€™m still working through the whole story, adding scenes and transitions to the original ā€œhalfā€ Iā€™d keyed into my laptop. Right now, Iā€™m only three-quarters of the way through. But, Iā€™m fleshing out the secondary characters and subplots, and my critique groupā€™s feedback is very positive. Yay.

Those of you familiar with the ā€œexcitingā€ ways of editing know that once I finish this second editing round, Iā€™ll go through everything again. And again, and likely again. During each round of edits you read for something different. Though this stage can be draining, I sort of enjoy it, because thatā€™s where I polish the story to a hopefully brilliant shine.

Iā€™ll be excited to finish this round, though, because then Iā€™ll reprint the entire manuscript and will read through all the additions in as few sittings as possible to check for flow and consistency. Iā€™m prepared for the likelihood Iā€™ll still need to write more, too. Not crazy about the possibility, but thatā€™ll be an update for next yearā€¦hopefully early next year!

So thatā€™s about it from my end. Crazy life, crazy book status, but sā€™all good. And all manageable.

Before I sign off for this year, Iā€™d like to thank you all once more for traveling this sometimes-bumpy path with me. The company sure helps keep me sane. šŸ™‚

And I wish you and your families, friends, loved ones a wonderfully Merry Christmas and a joyous, festive, peaceful, and loving New Year. May the best spirit of the holiday season stay with you year-round!

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Writing Out The Storms

This morning, I sat wondering for a few minutes if itā€™s ā€œbad formā€ to begin a blog post with an addendum. A quick Google search on addendum placement yielded too many unnecessary bits, so Iā€™ve decided just to go with it.

So here it is: I was supposed to post the following blog over two weeks ago. In the interim, a devastating earthquake ravaged Mexico, Hurricane Maria inundated an already-decimated Puerto Rico, and a gunman slaughtered 58 innocent people in the worst mass shooting in U.S. history.

Some days, I feel so deeply hurt that I hardly know what to do. I certainly donā€™t always feel like writing. And even when I do, the words donā€™t necessarily come out the way Iā€™d like.

With all the madness in the world swirling around, I also had a smaller, though personal, issue to deal with, the poison ivy/oak I mention below. Apparently, Iā€™m severely allergic, so Iā€™ve spent almost 3 weeks on steroids and dealing with swollen and blistered arms and a rashy body. The drugs gave me woozy head, and sitting down to write or brainstorm yielded nothing good.

Well, Iā€™m slowly returning to the land of my living, and still processing the incredible events of these past weeks, trying to make sense of what I can and trying to keep going in a positive way. I hope youā€™ll take a few more minutes to zip through the rest of my original post below. And I truly hope this finds you well and striving to be happy in this crazy world. Thanks for spending some of your time with me! <3

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Iā€™m not sure if Hurricane Irma wiped out all my thoughts and blog ideas in a wild, massive rush of wind, but it sure feels like that tricky witch did something to my brain. Though I canā€™t say exactly how she managed to do so, since I was about 5000 miles away in Europe when she hit my home in Florida.

As happens more often than not, this isnā€™t the blog Iā€™d planned to write. But as circumstances change often and quickly, I usually try to go with the flow. When it comes to writing, that feels most natural and hopefully, therefore, is the best writing I can do.

When Irma blasted the Caribbean and the Southeast, my reaction was different this time than with Matthew last year, because I couldnā€™t return from Europe. Iā€™ve only been home for one week, and itā€™s been hard to get back into writing.

I want to write againā€”especially, to work on the edits for Treasure Boundā€”but I donā€™t have the words yet. My creative brain has disconnected or something. Not a breaking off, but more like a pulling away to process whatā€™s happened in the world.

Too overwhelmed with reality? No, thatā€™s not it. Reality often overwhelms me ; ) so thatā€™s nothing new. (October note: Hah! If only Iā€™d known how much worse things would get. It all feels so unreal still.)

And maybe Iā€™ll come back tomorrow to reread this before posting and will feel completely different. Tiredness impacts my creativity, and weā€™ve been tired a lot since we began following Irmaā€™s antics almost three weeks ago.

Let me back up a moment. You see, my husband and I had planned a relatively last-minute visit to his family in the Czech Republic, and we were due to fly homeā€”to Orlando airportā€”on September 9. The airline, Irma, and MCO all had other ideas, though.

So, we spent many hours on the phone with various people and places and eventually were able to book a flight home on September 15.

But I have to say, not being hereā€”homeā€”to ride out the storm brought me a different sort of anxiety. It felt strange and wrong not to be here, to be too far away to help, to know if family, friends, home were all right.

So, I guess Iā€™m still sorting through the different levels of emotion and tiredness thatā€™ve followed me. Though we did enjoy our extra time away, it was more stressful than youā€™d think, and the travel home kept us awake for almost 26 hours.

In all, though, weā€™re immensely grateful that our friends and family are all right. Things are so much worse for so many, and my heart breaks with the latest news from the Caribbean and Mexico. How truly overwhelming.

So from my perspective, the few more downed trees we had, though sad to see and to lose, are merely proof that far greater things than us exist. Itā€™s a process, though, dealing with the changes and problems. I donā€™t downshift that quickly, unfortunately.

A small segue: I do have to sneak in a photo or two of our yard here, because Lou and I could hardly believe what had happened on the rear of our property. A huge tree with water-logged roots toppled, ripping up a chunk of ground. Check out this mass of dirt and roots!

Tree roots

Downed trees

 

 

 

 

 

 

Fortunately, when he cut the tree apart, the stump rose and the dirt/roots have settled back into position. But I wonder how long thatā€™ll last.

The almost-weekā€™s-worth of jungle clean-up did leave me with one other present: a nasty occurrence of poison something-or-other, worse than last year, it feels. So, just add steroiding myself to the list of ā€œout thereā€ feelings, and I think weā€™ve got the lack-of-writing issue mostly clarified.

Anyhooā€¦maybe writing this blog will help get my head on straight. Though I did write some on vacation, it was without regularity and not often. Me falling off the writing wagon is not pretty, as it takes several ugly attempts before I can claw my way up again. Think Iā€™m finally getting there, though. I hope. Ā : )

And hereā€™s a nice ending to this post: the birds are coming back. A blue jay streaked by the window and nestled in the pine tree. And a pretty bright-red cardinal just landed on the orange tree outside, perched amid the yellow-lime fruits, which I hope survive till ripeness.

Happiness, seeing that flash of crimson and imperious crown, since I think of angels when I see cardinals. And I have a few special guardians I know are looking out for me and my hub, through all the madness this world can throw at us. <3 Stay strong.Facebooktwitterpinterestlinkedinmail

Book Club Brilliance

Every year, Februaryā€™s brevity catches up with me, no matter how many times I remind myself itā€™s a short month. In my effort to keep on schedule, Iā€™m squeaking in my second February blog with a few hours to spare. Whee! Iā€™m lucky, though, because I have a fun topic for this post: book clubs. More specifically, my first invitation to attend a book club and to join the discussion as the author of the groupā€™s chosen monthly read! What a freaking treat for me. : )

Through the most excellent graces of my friend Monikaā€”she talked me up to her friend Melissa whoā€™s part of this clubā€”I was introduced to a wonderful group of authentic, candid readers who are in love with books.

As much as I appreciate book clubs, I havenā€™t participated in one before, even as a reader. And it hadnā€™t occurred to me to offer to speak to or participate in a book club discussion as a writer. Those of you whoā€™ve followed my blog from the onset know I feel challenged by marketing and putting myself out there as an author.

And Iā€™ll share this: discussing books and telling stories to friends is one thing, but stepping into the spotlight of this group felt so intimidating. Itā€™s an entirely different experience to sit before a group of intelligent, time-pressed individuals who purchased your book on someoneā€™s recommendation and then be held accountable for your words, creativity and entertainment value. I mean, what if these people hated my book? Or found inconsistencies? Or thought it too simplistic? Iā€™ll say again, a tad bit intimidating.

That was, until I met this group of lovely people. Well-read, well-traveled, outspoken and outgoing, these women welcomed me and treated me like a friend while being honored I, “a local author,ā€ joined their discussion.

And let me tell you, these guys do Book Club right: their once-a-month evening meeting begins with catch-up chats over a welcoming glass of vino and simple starters, is followed by a delicious, no-fuss meal (we enjoyed chicken chili, salad and fresh fruit; Iā€™m hoping Natalie will hook me up with that recipe!), and culminates in the discussion of that monthā€™s selected title. Their discussion format is straightforward and begins with the host opening with a book-related question or discussion topic to get the ball rolling. The conversation is free-form, with members commenting and asking additional questions until by consensus the evening ends. Simple, fun, effective, entertaining.

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Cheese Platter

 

 

 

 

 

Every writer I know struggles with the desire to share stories but not to feel rejected by those who dislike, donā€™t understand or fear them. And we struggle with how to tell those stories the best we possibly can. The clubā€™s questions were engaging and thought-provoking and even gave me ideas for a couple points I plan to work into the sequel Iā€™m writing now, TB. Though a bit unnerving in the anticipation, in all ways, this experience was fantastic: the welcome, the interest, the engagement, the thoughtful and valuable questions and comments.

Bunch of Books

Though the group said they felt honored by my presence, I have to say Iā€™m the one who was pleased and humbled by their invitation. They welcomed me and my story, Emerald Obsession, into their lives for a time; they allowed themselves to be carried away by my charactersā€™ antics and transported to unfamiliar locales where they feasted on exotic fare. How fortunate am I?

Special thanks to: Melissa, Natalie, Leslie, Carolyn, Sarah, Kathy, Eleanor, Maggie, the fab ladies of (mostly) Davis Shores for their warmth, interest and welcome. Also, for your encouraging response to the vignette I read from Treasure Bound, my work-in-progress sequel.

You guys rock. Read on, ladies!

So, readers, do you belong to a book club? How does yours work? As I mentioned, I havenā€™t been in one before, but this experience really made me want to start. How about you? Let me know below or by email (carolyn@carolyngreeley.com). Thanks!Facebooktwitterpinterestlinkedinmail

Christmas Presence: My First Author Talk

My heart rate doubled. So many faces stared at me. In my hands, the pages of my speech shook, so I laid them on the smooth white tablecloth. Took a few deep breaths.

Did not imagine the audience in their undies or naked. TMI, for sure.

But the thought made me smile, loosen up, and I dove in. This was it, my first speaking gig as an award-winning author. And my early Christmas present. Huge!

Christmas tree

Iā€™ve done a good deal of public speaking in various forms in my previous life as a Manhattan ad woman. Those appearances had been nerve-wracking, empowering, frustrating. But none compares to the experience of speaking about writing and my indie publishing experience to a group of attentive, non-captive Florida Writers Association members and guests.

In November, Iā€™d been asked by one of our St. Augustine FWA chapter heads (thanks, Nancy Quatrano!) to join a panel of speakers for our December holiday meeting. When she approached me, I immediately said yes, thinking of the honor it would be: The opportunity to speak about my love, writing. I felt the first flicker of nerves later, when I sat to brainstorm the specifics.

But the truth is, writing my short presentation turned out to be crazy easy. Sure, I toyed with a few different directions to start, but once I sat and began typing, the words flowed, the message clear and concise: I took myself from NYC newbie writer to FL published, award-winning author, and I learned a hell of a lotā€”about publishing and lifeā€”along the way.

Author Awarded 2016

2016 RPLA Trophy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My real anxiety didnā€™t hit until the morning of my talk. But the openness of my fellow panelists, and the welcome of the FWA heads and audience members helped mellow me. After the first couple of minutes, I felt like a million bucks.

One of the best parts? The questions and interest from the group after my speech. Holy smokes! People asked questions, sought my opinion on publishing, wanted to know more about how I handled the pressures, time-constraints, technical aspects of publishing on top of simply writing. I knew Iā€™d learned a great deal over the past years, but I hadnā€™t truly realized until then how my insights could help other writers, at least in some small way.

So now, at the end of this incredible year of more firsts, I give thanks again for the unique and humbling ways in which my life continues to unfold.

The holiday season makes me as reflective and maudlin as the next person. The new year is around the corner, and thatā€™s soon enough to contemplate resolutions and remedies.

For the last days of 2016, I plan to be grateful for the joys of this year. They are many, though interspersed with sorrows. Though weā€™ve lost a terrible number of artistic souls this year, my year has ended on a writerly high note. I hope the same is true of yours.

Iā€™m sending all best wishes for a year of betterment, of love, peace, happiness, growth and wisdom. Letā€™s continue to strive for this.

By the way, if youā€™d like a copy of my speech and the list of online resources I found useful on my publishing road, please let me know in the comments section or email me at carolyn@carolyngreeley.com. Sharing = caring. <3

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