Hello! Thanks for dropping by.
If you met me in Jerusalem, chances are you’d come to our house, sit down at the dinner table, and tell us how you came to be in Israel. If you met me at home in the US, chances are you’d also know my parents, seven siblings, and five nieces and nephews.
Growing up in a close-knit family, often in rural areas, I’ve become accustomed to knowing people over a great deal of time, and knowing them in context. Living overseas (and writing out in the wide world-wide web) has introduced me to so many more people I’d like to know properly, and can’t. At least, not on this side of heaven.
Until we get there, this spot is my attempt to provide just a wee bit of context.
So, c’mon in and have a seat! I’d love to hear your story.
Writer. Editor. Child of the King.
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Editing Projects
An edit is an invisible thing.
So are the shocks of a car; if you never think about them, then they are a success. So’s a skillful haircut: trim away the shag, and all you think is “What a handsome kid!”
It’s my joy to stand in the wings and help you share your words, clearly, beautifully, and in your own voice.
“For the first time in my life, I hired an editor. In a very real, tangible way, I could feel the writing get better as she would say, ‘Well, this sentence should be up here, not down there,’ and ‘You don’t need these words.’ She was so gentle, and it was just a wonderful experience.”
“My editor worked to fix my mistakes and to help me communicate more clearly, but she didn’t try to change the essence of my writing. She appreciated who I was and my unique writing voice. My editor was picky, and I valued that. I wanted to publish a perfect document, and she wanted me to publish a perfect document.”
Latest from my blog…
Trilogy
Is this the first time a story and a metaphor became my abiding place for months on end? I’m not sure, but it has been my home in a different, but just as real way as my little geranium-and-tea-party haven in a village in a forest near the eastern edge of the Western Hemisphere. Since…
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Yesterday, I checked in with a loved one I hadn’t talked to in a while. The conversation went: I’m ok; she’s ok. She loves me; I love her. Then she said, “I’m sorry about Israel.” And I teared up a bit. What I hadn’t mentioned, she knew. Do you clam up on what touches you…
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Elisabeth Adams 