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I'm Jennifer McGuiggan, The Word Cellar's purveyor of fine writing and editing. (But most people just call me a freelance writer and editor.) I write nonfiction pieces for publications and work with clients on writing, editing, and coaching projects. I'm also working toward my MFA in Creative Nonfiction from Vermont College of Fine Arts.

You can read more about my story or download my resume (.pdf) if you prefer a chronological rendering of my tale.

I also invite you to read The Stories I Tell (my blog). While you're there, do share some of your own.

If you need words written, edited, or enlivened, I'd be honored to help. Let's chat.

I envision The Word Cellar as a cozy, stone-walled chamber filled with racks and racks of words. We have nouns, verbs, adjectives, and even some adverbs. The prepositions and conjunctions sit next to glass jars of jaunty little pronouns. Perfectly turned phrases shimmer magically in the shadows, and whole sentences often appear on the walls. There's a nook just for punctuation, and another for grammar. (Some people don't like to venture into those areas, but I don't mind them one bit.) Some days you'll find me writing, and others you'll see me editing (my own work or maybe yours!). Stacks of books sit next to overstuffed chairs, beckoning you to delve into a good read. The whole scene is generously illuminated by white twinkle lights, so The Word Cellar is never dark, dank, or scary. This is a place where left brain meets right brain, where whimsy shakes hands with business, and communication is considered a sacred science and time-honored art.

I'm so glad you've joined me.

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Sunday
27Dec2009

A Short Hiatus

image from ohdarling

This is the in-between time: Christmas behind, a new year ahead. I saw my neighbor's tree at the curb today, lying naked in the street. Ours is still decked out and lit up, shining softly in the living room, whispering to me to sit and breathe. I'm still listening to Christmas songs, still eating leftovers, still relishing some time away from work. I'm taking a short hiatus from blogging for the next two weeks to immerse myself in my studies. I may pop in here unexpectedly, but the safer bet is that I'll be back about a dozen days into the new year. Until then, may you dare to leave up the twinkle lights as long as your heart desires.

Reader Comments (4)

I LOVE your last sentence!!!

What a great metaphor for life!

Traveling mercies to you, dear Jenna. I will be thinking of you during your time away. I KNOW great things await you there!

Send me a postcard if you dare :-p
December 28, 2009 | Unregistered CommenterLisa
I agree! The last sentence is just wonderful. The tree is still up in our house and I intend to enjoy the twinkling lights well after they go back to the attic. Happy 2010!
Maryse
January 4, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterMaryse
Nice post. I've enjoyed visiting your site.
January 6, 2010 | Unregistered Commentercynthia newberry martin
I love the last line. "The Fiance" was recently saying how he liked it when people had twinkle lights in their homes year round.
January 7, 2010 | Unregistered CommenterLeisa Hammett

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