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Alice | Snowflakes in France
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Reflections of a 20-something woman in publishing. It’s a fairly typical evening here. But I suppose it’s worth noting simply because I’ve never noted it before. The dog is lying on the bed, staring into the floor-length mirror, ears perked. I think he’s looking at himself. There are nose smudges across the surface from all the times he’s checked himself out before, at closer range. We have cars blasting techno as they wait at the light outside our home, and little kids setting up toy truck show within t...
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The School Girl in Me | Snowflakes in France
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Reflections of a 20-something woman in publishing. The School Girl in Me. It’s 75 and sunny, with a nice cool breeze outside. An anomaly for this summer, when the temperature seems to dip below 92 only when it’s raining. My sinuses are reacting as if this is the beginning of fall, and I can’t help but agree. Anthropologie is sending me emails about sweaters, magazines are advertising school supplies and my little sister is beginning her first year at college. 1 September 2011 at 2:11 pm. Fill in your det...
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Practicing | Snowflakes in France
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Reflections of a 20-something woman in publishing. I read yesterday that for writers to maintain a habit of writing, they should take a similar approach to how musicians practice, i.e., devotedly, everyday, in spare moments. For the last few weeks — months really — I’ve been thinking about writing a novel. I wrote the first chapter and a few character sketches. Then I stopped. I wasn’t sure how to breathe life into it from there. Was my protagonist actually my anta...Of course, thinking about a story is ...
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Crossing the Jungle | Snowflakes in France
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Reflections of a 20-something woman in publishing. After eating, the french press coffee has steeped and I pour myself a cup. I sit down to an inbox of emails and a stack of bills, letters and junk mail. For the next seven hours, I am an office girl with a head full of books and bookkeeping in a quaint Brooklyn brownstone. Then I revert back to primitive instinct once again as I commute through the jungle, toward the plains of New Jersey. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Send to Email...
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Snowflakes in France | Reflections of a 20-something woman in publishing | Page 2
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Reflections of a 20-something woman in publishing. 8220;No one asked you to change it”. I read a wedding post today where it was noted that “the wedding is kinda like married life, it often comes with unresolved feelings.”. A senior member of my department came by wondering why he couldn’t find me on the office chat. I explained that IT had just fixed it so there might be a lag before it showed up in searches. I concluded with, “Oh, this whole name-change thing is. A process.”. My bridesmaids told me I w...
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A Lazy Sunday | Snowflakes in France
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Reflections of a 20-something woman in publishing. It’s a fairly typical evening here. But I suppose it’s worth noting simply because I’ve never noted it before. The dog is lying on the bed, staring into the floor-length mirror, ears perked. I think he’s looking at himself. There are nose smudges across the surface from all the times he’s checked himself out before, at closer range. We have cars blasting techno as they wait at the light outside our home, and little kids setting up toy truck show within t...
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Teaching the Intern | Snowflakes in France
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Reflections of a 20-something woman in publishing. I decided to take the intern out for lunch. We walked slowly between antique brownstones that spoke of comfort and stability without a thought of money. They, as we, welcomed the leaves of fall, which brought out the variations of brown in their steady walls and their hovering gargoyles. Before I thought he just wanted to support himself, to pay his half. I had done the same thing in my years as an assistant. But perhaps he actually wanted to pic...I bra...
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(Re)Acting On Impulse: December 26, 2005
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Monday, December 26, 2005. Twas the Night of Christmas, and All Through the Streets. This is the original. I love the streets colors, but if I don't get a nasty day of rain before the beginning of January, those flake lights will be gone. Okay, so this is my final product so far. If anyone has any suggestions on what might make it look a little better, feel free to fire away. Here is another version I thought I'd slap on here. Less color blur, and I don't know what I like. Posted by Brad at 2:19 PM.
