A Ph.D. in Life  Oct 21, 2009 |Kimberly Eddy  My formal
education may have come to a close, but I soon discovered my
real, practical, hands-on education was just beginning.  Driving
towards the grocery store one Friday afternoon, I noticed one of
the few things that can detour me faster than construction work
on the county highway: a garage sale with a large number of hard
cover books on tables.  I'll always stop when there is the
promise of good books involved.  The garage sale turned out to
be one of those divine appointments that God often throws across
my path. I was excited to find several great books for writers,
as well as a few works of fiction I'd been looking for. As I
checked out, the young woman, noticing the books I had picked
out, asked if I was a writer.  "Yes, I am. I write freelance
articles and I blog."  "So, do you have a degree in that? I
mean, what kind of training do you have?" she inquired.  "Well,
I actually have a degree in art and photography, but I've always
enjoyed writing and have