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Tag Archives: writing
Writer’s Blood, Body and Spirit
“It is only when you open your veins and bleed onto the page a little that you establish contact with your reader.” Continue reading
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Tagged body and spirit, fountain pen ink, vulnerability, writer's blood, writers, writing
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Personal Items: Desk
Now that I’ve settled on calling the sequel, “The Nancy Who Drew the Way Home,” I started to think about what the concept of home means to me now. Continue reading
Posted in ART, Memoir, Uncategorized
Tagged Art, drawing, home, memoir, pen and ink, personal items, soul consciousness, story of a desk, the nancy who drew, writing
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Notes on a Sequel
Life can strip you of everything. What it cannot do is take away your inner being. For that is yours and yours alone. Continue reading
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Tagged Art, creativity, drawings, inner life, Nancy Wait, non-fiction, the brush and the pen, the nancy who drew, the way home, truth, writing
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The Sneezy-Wheezy Gift
It’s all about releasing. Call it a cough or a cold but do call it humbling. When you’re humble you’re vulnerable. To be vulnerable is to be open, maybe in ways that don’t feel good. But if you’re a writer you have to be open, and keep opening more and more to get to the core. Continue reading
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Tagged art and feeling, being humble, being vulnerable, creativity, expression, having a cold, memoir, Nancy Wait, soul memories, the nancy who drew, writing
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On Seeking
The search began when I sat at this desk one morning in 1976… Continue reading
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Tagged Art, art and feeling, expression, inner awareness, memoir, Nancy Wait, painting, seeking, soul memories, the nancy who drew, writing
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To Look Within
I write my life to know my life. When I write my life, the inner truth comes out. It’s like when I draw, a barrier disappears. Or fades to the background. And suddenly I’m in touch with this other vibratory field. This other awareness that rises to the surface and makes itself known. Continue reading
A Writer’s Despair is an Artist’s Delight
The hand once thrown up in despair, is now ready to catch an idea, should it float through the air ~~~ Continue reading
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Tagged alchemy of memoir, autobiography, bridging heart and mind, consciousness, creativity, drawing, memoir, Nancy Wait, painting, the nancy who drew, writing
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Womb of a Woom for Writing
Allow me to introduce another sort of www—no dot about it—this room is a womb for writing. It’s like a womb, obviously because of the creative factor. The incubation and gestation process. A work of love that grows page by page, not in darkness (though the lights are low, and at times a candle is lit), but privately, hidden from view and unseen by others, except maybe for the occasional excerpt, the sneak preview which might be likened to a sonogram. Continue reading
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Tagged alchemy of memoir, creativity, higher self, Nancy Wait, serving, the nancy who drew, womb, writing, writing space
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Stopping the Judging
If you’re writing a story, you want to tell people where it takes place. Are you at the seaside? Are you in the city? The park? A room somewhere? Being in a melodrama is a place too. Continue reading
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