Welcome to My Wordy Life
For as long as I can remember, I've been besotted by words, in love with
the English language. My parents read to me (as I read to my son) practically
from the moment of my birth, and when I learned to read, I always received
books for Christmas and my birthday and had finished reading them within
the week. I still have some of my childhood books: old editions of
Grimms' Fairy Tales, Andrew Lang's fairy books,
The Wizard of Oz, all the Nancy Drew and Cherry Ames books. My mother
was a member of the Literary Guild and because she never got around to
sending the post cards back, I got to read her books, too. (I learned early
on how to climb up and get the ones on the top shelves.) She gave me her
official permission to read
Gone With the Wind when I was eleven. Boy, was that an eye-opener
for a naïve little girl! My parents also bought my brother and me
The Book of Knowledge; I read straight through all twenty volumes.
Yeah. I have been, as they say, bookish all my life. Today, of course,
I spend most of my time editing and writing.
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Notice the little witch! Because I didn’t want to rip off anyone’s art
and just use one of my 330 witches, I asked my brilliant daughter-in-law
to make me a witch. She—the witch, not Phish—is now sitting on the shelf
in my living room where you see her in the photo.
Let Me Be Your Editor
Are you writing a book? Thinking about writing a book? Let me be your
editor. I've edited more than 250 books (both fiction and nonfiction),
academic documents (theses and dissertations), web site copy, articles,
technical proposals, screenplays, poetry, and things I don't even remember
anymore. As you explore this site, you can read excerpts from my nonfiction
books and some of my articles and poems. If you're thinking about writing,
send me an email and we can talk about how I can help you. I never charge
for email conversations.
Note: if you like my work and want to use it, please do
not just copy and paste. As I have to explain from time to time to
an author whose work I'm editing, copying and pasting someone else's
copyrighted work without their permission is
plagiarism. Which is against the law. Which can get you an F in your
class. Which can get you prosecuted. It's usually easy to get permission
to reproduce someone else's copyrighted work:
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please send me an email and ask. I'll no doubt tell you I'm honored that
you like what I've written and then tell you how to give me proper credit.
April 20, 2015
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… at Alice’s Restaurant.” Way back in 1965,
Arlo Guthrie, son of folksinger
Woody Guthrie and called by many an “American troubadour,” celebrated
Thanksgiving at a deconsecrated church in Stockbridge, Massachusetts. After
dinner, he and some friends decided to take out the trash. There was a
lot of trash. They loaded it up in a red VW minivan and drove to the city
dump. The dump was closed for the holiday, so they drove some more and
found a pile of junk at the bottom of a cliff. They contributed to the
pile of junk. And got arrested for littering. When Arlo was drafted and
went to his physical, he had to admit he’d been arrested for littering…and
the rest, as they say, is history. Or at least it’s a hugely popular “
talking guitar blues” that lasts 18 minutes and a
1969 movie directed by Arthur Penn and starring Arlo (who was 19 years
old at the time) and Matthew Broderick’s father.