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Digging In

“This book has legs. I’m seventy-five percent in,” the literary agent enthused over the phone.

I felt my own legs buckling. In the kitchen of my apartment in downtown Edmonton, like an overjoyed fool, I knelt down on the linoleum, incredulous.

Just maybe, I thought, this seed of a story that’s caught wind and traveled across seven countries and three continents and has been inspired by over a hundred conversations with women (in nine different languages) about what it means to be a woman who ‘digs’ – just maybe – it could take root in the form of a book.

“I’ll send you my manuscript,” I heard myself say, struggling to contain my excitement.

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