Sarah E. Moffett

I want to write like Rachael Yamagata sings.
Tuesday night at the Birchmere, I saw Rachael Yamagata for the first time. I’m in love. And so is everyone else that was there for her performance. Her relaxed manner, easy banter, and approachable rapport, played the perfect transition to her smoky voice as she levitated the audience […]

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The New York Times and every-other-author-with-a-brain is stealing my less than original thunder. It seems everyone who is no one has taken to blogging and online book tours to promote their slice of the literary kingdom. I’m fairly certain the New York Times’ Kara Jesella was quoting my publisher’s marketing mantra when she wrote “[i]n […]

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The literary world is buzzing. For once it is not wizards and vampires that are grabbing the columnists and publicists attention, but a fifty-six year old manuscript prosaically dubbed, On the Road: The Original Scroll.

In other words, hi Jack. You’ve been missed.
Yes, yes, I know July was officially Jack Kerouac Awareness Month, or thus saith […]

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The first phase of book tour is over.  Twenty locations, approximately 10,000 miles, a lot of Kerouac, Vonnegut, and Bellows, and a world of stale cokes and summer storm plagued airline flights later, I’m home.   I’m tired.  And I’m contemplative.
Deal with it.
According to my publisher, the next phase of book promotion is regular posts […]

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Minneapolis, MN
Minneapolis. Home of the world’s cleanest streets, biggest t-shirts, and craziest cats. And my brother. Hello built in tour guide. Or something like that. Upon arrival, he introduced me to his world. This would mean the sans humid 70’s of beautiful Uptown Minneapolis, and his bohemian cool friends, which I am taking […]

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On this final week of book tour, I was afforded a rare, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.  Something people around the world people dream of experiencing. 
You know what it is.
The Running of the Elvises. 
Just think of it.  Over fifty people dressed up to look like Elvis, ranging from full on white, flared, studded costumes, to pairs of massive […]

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My brother is graciously playing host while I’m in Minneapolis. I thought to repay him by letting him know that e.v.e.r.y.o.n.e. wants to be Sam’s sister. So I took it upon myself to create a one of a kind t-shirt and, well, I’m hoping he’ll speak to me again. Someday.

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Anti-book tour.
Week 4.
July is nearly over, and I’m celebrating from the patio of my Grandparents’ home in North Carolina. And it’s hot. And there are mosquitoes. And Faulkner-esq delusions induced by heat stroke. Celebration over. I’m moving inside.
<5 minutes later.>
You’d think not being on book tour would enable one to focus on such publishing necessities […]

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A midnight Barnes and Noble experience, near death by trampling, faux-reserve wrist band, some serious line cutting, eight hours, half a bottle of champagne, tea, more tea, and still drinking tea, forty-five reading positions (from which I have yet to recover), an entire box of Cheese-its, and one brilliant book, it’s done.  And I have only […]

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What does one do when they are no longer on book tour?Beautiful things.
You…
1.    Eat warm croissants wrapped around wedges of fresh cheese while sipping Baileys and coffee on the patio as the rain falls.2.    Lazily page through Dharma Bums, Cat’s Cradle, and try to incorporate Vonnegut’s passé cynicism that “the mind reels” into every possible conversation, including one with […]

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