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August 28, 2013

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Elaine Viets

Pulling weeds -- that was my first job. I got 50 cents a bucket -- and Mom would squash down the weeds, too. I couldn't just pick the fat, fluffy ones. That taught me a lot -- got to college and get a job out of the sun.

Kathy Lynn Emerson

I once had the local high school English teacher call me (the local novelist) to ask if a student who wanted to be a writer could job shadow me. I tried to imagine what this young man could possibly learn from watching me sit at my computer and type. We compromised with a visit to my home office during which he and I chatted about writing for a living for an hour or so. If he pursued a writing career, I haven't heard anything about it. I have a feeling my answers to his questions weren't what he was expecting to hear.

Kathy/Kaitlyn

Hank Phillippi Ryan

Oh, my gosh. This is so brilliant. I once asked an intern--years ago-- to put some files in alphabetical order.

She said: "Why?"

I tried to understand it from her point of view, but it was still annoying. I said: "Well, I'm seeing if you can do that. And how well you do it. And what kind of a team player you are. It was a kind of a test."

And then I just smiled.

I'm not sure I would handle that situation the same way today, but she turned out to be terrific.

Hank Phillippi Ryan

And thank ou, Donna..perfect timing. I'm at the "nagging doubts" stage, too...sigh. They are REALLY nagging!

But hey--you ALWAYS do it! Right? Right?

Fly, fly! xoo

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