Emilie-Noelle Provost

Aug 27, 2024 | writerunboxed.com | Emilie-Noelle Provost

In 2016, when the film Manchester by the Sea was released, I went to see it with a friend. The movie, directed by Kenneth Lonergan, tells the story of a reclusive, down-and-out janitor, played by Casey Affleck, who has lost his children in a house fire caused by his own negligence. Depressed and antisocial, he’s forced back into the land of the living after the sudden death of his brother, when he becomes the legal guardian of his teenage nephew.

Aug 14, 2024 | richardhowe.com | Emilie-Noelle Provost

Living Madly: The Summer of ’92 Living Madly: The Summer of ‘92The excessive heat this season reminds of the summer after my junior year of college. I don’t know if it was as hot back then, in 1992, but it certainly felt like it. The house in which I grew up was built in the late 19th century. There was no air conditioning.

Apr 17, 2024 | richardhowe.com | Emilie-Noelle Provost

Living Madly: Natural Wonders Living Madly: Natural WondersLooking directly at the sun for more than a few seconds will damage your retina. Because I didn’t have protective glasses to wear during the solar eclipse on April 8, I used the camera on my phone to watch the moon gradually overtake the sun.

Feb 27, 2024 | writerunboxed.com | Emilie-Noelle Provost

A few weeks ago, my publisher put up a post on the company’s private Facebook page. The small press had received a manuscript submission that seemed unusual compared to the hundreds of others they sort through each week. Although the manuscript was remarkably tidy in terms of compliance with grammar and style, the author’s word choices were odd in places, almost but not quite appropriate for their context. Much of the characters’ dialogue lacked emotion.

Jan 4, 2024 | writerunboxed.com | Emilie-Noelle Provost

Like many writers, I’m an introvert. I’m perfectly content sitting in my office alone, in complete silence, for hours on end doing nothing but reading and writing. Crowds make me anxious. Having to make small talk with strangers at parties and business events exhausts me beyond words. If given a choice between talking to someone on the phone and sending them an email, I always choose the latter. For the most part, this isn’t a problem. Or at least I didn’t think it was until recently.