Sarah E. Moffett

When I was writing, it was necessary for me to read after I had written. If you kept thinking about it, you would lose the thing that you were writing before you could go on with it the next day. It was necessary to get exercise, to be tired in the body, and it was […]

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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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Nothing like a hometown paper write up to make one feel important…or validated.  Particularly when said newspaper covers the geographical region of Leadville, Colorado (below), which is the home to several generations of Moffetts and shockingly the setting for part of my first book, Growing Up Moffett.  Prosaic, I know.

“Written with a good sense of […]

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Well, more like top 20, but then it was two Moffetts trying to narrow it down.
Top 20.  (Not in order of importance.)
1. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
2. Problem of Pain, C.S. Lewis
3. Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte (go to Haworth, England. You’ll get it.)
4. One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Marquez (the banned genius)
5. End […]

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And then there was only one…

Not THAT one…her new one.  And the only one available for sale.  J.K. Rowling’s The Tales of Beedle the Bard was snatched up yesterday by Amazon.com at an auction held by Sotheby’s in London. As discussed here before, Rowling’s book was set to start at $62,000, and only expected to […]

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Drinking and reporters.  A dangerous combination. 
As many of you know, my first book was published this past April. Sixteen weekends of dehydration, a chronic case of road fatigue, and a twenty stop book tour later, I am in the throes of wrapping up a legal year while preparing for the virtual book tour. The DCist found my […]

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It’s dark here. Cold too.  I find myself typing furiously to my left brain’s rhythm while maintaining a mental high on extremely caffeinated tea and left-over Halloween candy. I don’t even like candy. Alas, society has deemed it professionally acceptable to make decisions while tripping on caffeine and sugar highs, but not an alcohol induced buzz. […]

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