That One Time I Forgot I Was a Writer

by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68

So, this thing happened. Actually, a lot of things happened. And I quit writing. #truestory.

Now, as Al Gansky often says, “You can quit anytime you want. You just can’t stay quit.” Easy for you to say, Pops.

But I wasn’t ready to unquit. I wasn’t ready to put on my Big Girl pants and move forward. I was ready to drown my sorrows in a nice vat of sweet tea.

I was pretty much embroiled in a two-week, flu-and-medication induced, nobody-really-cares-about-NOLA pity party. Uhm, yeah. I’d collected about four rejection letters from agents and … read the rest. . .

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Five Things Friday: Instead of a Writers Conference

by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68

Frankly, My Dear . . . : Five Things Friday

Frankly, My Dear . . . : Five Things Friday

True story. I’m on the phone with SuperGirl ~ our weekly two-hour catch-up call ~ and she says . . . Wait for it. Get this.

She says, “I don’t know if I’m going to Blue Ridge next year.”

MoJoWriterGirlsays “Say, whhaaat?!”

Of course, Blue Ridge isn’t Blue Ridge without my posse. And I’m super happy because during the interview for my now-you-know-about-it new career, I told them straight up, I need a week in May. I’m already committed to being out of state. They … read the rest. . .

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FRIENDS

FRIENDS

by Molly Jo Realy @RealMojo68

I really, really want to dance in a fountain with my girls. Y’all know what I’m talking about: The opening credits to that wonderful, iconic TV show FRIENDS. Three guys, three girls. Dancing, playing, having fun.

Frankly, My Dear . . . : Dance in the Fountain

Frankly, My Dear . . . : Dance in the Fountain

Some weeks ago I was enjoying conversation with my Mississippi bestie, whom we’ll call SuperGirl, and my Georgia bestie, whom we’ll call Paige. Yes, that Paige, of Paige’s Plantation Part One.

In the course of conversation, guided heavily by our love for all things coincidental and … read the rest. . .

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Unpacking Blue Ridge

Confession time: I haven’t known how to say everything I need to say. Pretty soon I’ll be rebranding the blog with a stronger focus on social media, writing, and editing. But now and then, I’ll still have some emo to share.

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Y’all remember the suitcase I picked up a few months ago? [Read: “Oh, The Place You’ll Go!”]

First it took me to Seattle. [Read: FIVE THINGS FRIDAY: Seattle.]

And starting two weeks ago it kept me company at the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference.

Luggage ready for BRMCWC

Blue Ridge Ready

Since returning, my … read the rest. . .

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All I Did Was Take a Photo

Hey y’all (I said “y’all,” y’all!)!

I’m back from my second year at the Blue Ridge Mountains Christian Writers Conference.

Was is everything I hoped it to be? Yes and no.

Yes, because there was much to learn, more to affirm, and an abundance of camaraderie.

No, because in this midst of all that, there were some treasured folk that were deeply missed.

I’ll tell y’all about it later (I said “y’all” again!), but this post is about what I learned about social media. In particular, it’s about one post that taught me about social media.

You see, there’s … read the rest. . .

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