Sentence examples for a fledgling writer from inspiring English sources

INTERVIEWER: Do you think painters would help a fledgling writer more than another writer might?

I was a fledgling writer and he was a legend, though most of his greatest achievements were behind him.

As a fledgling writer, the future creator of Sherlock Holmes published his own fictionalised account in the Cornhill magazine in 1884 under the name J Habakuk Jephson.

But don't count out Arkadina's son, Konstantin Ryan O'Nann), a fledgling writer whose Oedipal jealousy takes the form of hyperkinetic furniture rearrangement.

The first time was in 2002, when, as a surgical resident and a fledgling writer for this magazine, I went to hear him speak at The New Yorker Festival.

Mr. Martin's movie "The Lonely Guy" was adapted from a Friedman book, and he has cited its author as a major influence on his own career as a fledgling writer of humor and fiction.

In 1995, when she was an agent and living in an apartment with screenplays piled up in the corners like snowdrifts, she received a script from Eric Jon Guggenheim, a quiet fledgling writer from Long Island.

"One always looked to England for the 'real' writers". As a fledgling author 20 years ago, Adams said she would try to sell her fiction in New York, only to be rebuffed when "people would say, 'we're not interested in Australia.' " Starting out, she remembered, "I actually had a story called 'Young Woman With Kangaroo.' " In New York, "People said, 'Be serious.

While Mr. Chabon's convoluted narrative has been streamlined and some of its charming shaggy-dog tangents sheared away, the heart of the novel -- a cat's cradle of comic entanglements involving Grady's collapsing marriage, his monstrous manuscript and his duty to help a troubled fledgling writer -- has been carefully preserved.

I was 34, also a fledgling author.

Years ago, as a twenty-something fledgling writer, I sat in an auditorium, listening to author Chitra Divakaruni read her work, enamored by the lilting tone of her voice, a musical quality made all the more lullaby-like by the echo of the poet's infant, nestled in her husband's arms, cooing from the lobby.