Sarah E. Moffett

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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A Month in the Country. All harried-D.C. professionals could use one. Except me. I need a solid year. Alas, the evening before Thanksgiving had to suffice. Under the guidance of J.L. Carr’s pen, my excursion into A Month in the Country was packed neatly and movingly into 111 pages and two festive rum punches.
It was […]

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I want my book banned. Unfortunately, given my childhood’s PG experiences, I will probably not be joining the ranks of Gabriel Marquez on Iran’s banned book list. (As if anyone in Iran knows about Growing Up Moffett.) Then again, Growing Up Moffett isn’t exactly as provocative as Marquez’s Memories of My Melancholy Whores, which was […]

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Jack Kerouac allegedly wrote On the Road in 3 weeks. Now a group of writers is institutionalizing his benzedrine-coffee-alcohol-mania-driven genius.
Welcome to November, the National Novel Writing Month.
Of course, November also happens to be National Stamp Collecting Month, National Pepper Month, and National Peanut Butter Lover’s Month, and, dare I say it, home of Thanksgiving, but I […]

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“The best way to avoid being picked on by high school bullies is to kill someone” is the opening line to Touching Snow, a 2007 National Book Award nominee written by M. Sindy Felin. Ms. Felin clearly has a knack for one liners. Her first quote in the Washington Post Style article was “I always […]

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It’s been a rough year for writers. In short, they have been dropping like flies.

Robert Jordan, master of the fantasy novel and impetus for my brother’s pleas “to just finish it already,” died this past September at age 58 from primary amyloidosis with cardiomyopathy after dazzling the misplaced Star Trek masses for decades with his […]

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At least, I hope it does.
My name is Sarah Moffett, and I am insane. This season’s example of controlled insanity will be to attempt the Philadelphia Marathon next Sunday. Operative word being “attempt.” Considering all of the distractions as of late–lawyering, writing, enduring the Rockies get drilled in the Series, watching Hillary Clinton running for […]

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 This was my law school.
This is what my law school did to me.  See Moffett dress like a Hogwarts Professor.
For reasons ranging from stringent bar ethics rules to a deep need for self preservation (see above vacant expression on graduation day), I generally am not inclined to mix my attorney by day, author by night routine.   However, my […]

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Rowling “publishes” a new book, James Frey may be ordered to pay readers back for his “fraudulent” memoir, and Leon Hale is talking with mules. All a week’s work in the world of modern literature. On the upside, modern convenience means one can experience all of this cozily on a Sunday morning from the safety […]

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