Betsy Ashton

Surviving Writer’s Brain Cramps

Over the weekend I came down with a bad case of cramps. Writer's cramps. Brain cramps. Words got stuck, no matter what I tried. Then, I remembered a blog post I'd read just that week. Derek Doepker, an expert on ebook marketing who has become my guru (even though he...
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Why I Don’t Run For A plane

Back in the late 73s, I was stuck in traffic on my way to Los Angeles International Airport to catch a PSA jet to San Diego to attend a trade show. Even then, "rush" hour traffic ran generally twenty-four hours a day. I finally pulled into a parking lot, grabbed my...
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An Open Letter To My Father

Let me start by saying I never celebrated Father's Day. I never bought a card, picked out a terrible tie or a pair of socks, or visited the man who was my father. Why? Because I never knew him. My father was married to my mother for about two years, during which time...
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Twas the Night Before Deadline

with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE 'Twas the night before deadline, when all through the house Not a writer was stirring, not even his mouse; The laptop was set on the table with care, In hopes that words soon would appear. Images nestled all snug in his...
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