Sarah E. Moffett

“Getting an inch of snow is like winning 10 cents in the lottery.” I couldn’t agree more with Bill Watterson, except to add that getting this D.C. slushy nastiness is more like having to pay back the lottery. After you’ve spent it.
 
Rumor has it that in some countries, snow is so rare, that it is […]

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It appears that the grey skies and short days of winter are not just rough on writers.  Imagine that.  Admittedly, I didn’t think I’d find solidarity for my winter wonderland writing woes at the Eastern Market crepe stand.  Then again, no one else shares the same passion for nutella with me…words, words, so many words, and what […]

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So Robert Frost’s house gets ransacked, and somehow I’m motivated to start book two.
Who says there isn’t order in chaos?
Anyway, we all know the mantra, “write what you know.” I’ve tended to take that phrase a bit too seriously. See book one. Well, book two will be a continuation of the life and times of […]

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Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close. A modern author. I know. Who reads them? Not me. So I couldn’t possibly tell you about the book that had me choking on my own tears at 35,000 feet as Jonathan Safran Foer pulled a modern incarnation of Kurt Vonnegut’s Breakfast of Champions with a significantly more sentimental twist. […]

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2007 was boring. Really boring. There was a 10,000 mile book tour, a handful of road races, in and out of the car, falling in love with Kerouac and Vonnegut, approximately $1,050 in parking tickets, drinks in Monte Carlo and the train jumping debacle, two car accidents, losing mucho dinero in Vegas to those impossible […]

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