Whatever happened to the Trump Shuttle and other similar short-haul airlines?
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8 Hours in a Medical Marvel
Most people like to complain. I like to think I’m not one of them. Okay, maybe sometimes – but I try to keep things in perspective, like the motto on a sign my dad used to have, propped on his dresser: “I was sad because I had no shoes… until I met a man who had no feet.”
Internet withdrawal: the horror!
Oh. My. God. To be without Internet access for 24 hours. How spoiled am I? Let me count the ways.
Synopsis of “Surviving Hollywood North”
Hi all, one last post (!) before I sign off until next week. This is a one-page synopsis of my book, which I wrote to accompany my query letters to agents and publishers. Pretend you’re a literary agent or a publisher, and let me know what you think.
Guest Post
My pal Catherine Rahal wrote the following excellent piece on her Facebook page, and has very kindly given me permission to repost it on my blog. Thanks so much, Cathy. [Note: I will be back posting here at the end of next week. I have an out-of-town guest, and then am going to visit my son in NY. Stay well and safe. – Ellie]
Rise of the Swamp Gas
Ok, people. This has gone far enough! We have a lovely channel here called Animal Planet. Can you please tell me why it features such idiotic fare as:
Book Progress Report #10
Hi all! Just checking in to let you know what’s happening with the queries I sent out. I’ve received two polite rejections so far. I figure they’re a plus, since they didn’t specify: “…and don’t you EVER send us any more of your crappy so-called writing!”
Book Progress Report #9
Okay, I have been initiated: I got my first rejection letter today from an agent. If I really want to be pessimistic, I could say it’s the first of many. However, I still have hope.
Book Progress Report #8
So as I mentioned in my last update, I was deep in revisions – but since then I’ve finished that phase and have embarked on my first query submissions to literary agents.
Montreal → Montréal
Montreal used to be a bilingual city. It now has a unilingual-French “face” which is better for its majority-French-speaking citizens, I suppose, but not so wonderful for all the speakers of English, Italian, Greek, Chinese, and so on, who still live here.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 