The Blinking Cursor

January 10, 2011

By C. J. Stegall-Evans

Every morning I wake up to do battle with the blinking curser on my computer screen. I doesn’t say anything it just blinks as if to say “Come on already.” I’m sure its mocking me. Whoever came up with the idea that the cursor should blink is indeed a sadist.

After I pray, I lie in bed knowing its waiting for me. Although I have ideas while lying in bed I’m not quite sure how to implement them. I drag myself out of bed, write in my journal, watch the sunrise and proceed to do battle. 

I know I can do it, I do it every day, but somehow there this underlying notion that this is it; I just cannot write today. What do I do? I write anyway. I write because I cannot allow irrational fear to keep me from doing what I most love to do in this world.

I sit back, relax and have a soothing cup of tea; my passion for writing begins to flow; I embrace the cursor in all its sadistic ways. It is no longer the enemy but simply a tool with which I craft my art.    

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Categories: Blogging, Writing.

The Most Essential Word

November 1, 2010

By C. J. Stegall-Evans

The word “because” is one of the most essential words for writers. Although, it is quite utilitarian in nature it also possesses a certain poetic quality. I use because often, some examples are I Write Because and Because…, but the Beatles use it best.

Because is such a simple word yet it has such emotion pull. We are more inclined to listen to others when they give us a reason. Because is a lovely word not necessarily in its sound but in its varied uses and its ability to evoke emotion. John Lennon writes, “because the sky is blue it makes me cry.” What better reason to cry?

Because not just a valid word for writers, we all use it. Apologies go much better if you say “Please forgive me because you are so important to me, I never want to hurt you.” Someone would have to be made of ice to overlook an apology like this.

If that does not make you give the word because a little more respect then listen to this: because has been scientifically proven to be the most persuasive word in the English language. People seem to respond to it because it strikes a cord somewhere deep within the subconscious and compels others to listen to your reasoning.    

Will you get your way every time just by using the word because; absolutely not, but it will ensure others will listen to you. This is part of life we all want to be heard, loved and appreciated.   


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Categories: Life, Writing.

Write for Yourself

October 18, 2010

By C. J. Stegall-Evans

The best advice I have ever read about writing came from Cyril Connolly, who says, “Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.” Writers living in the information age have so many outlets for their craft. It is easy for us to pick a trendy target audience and write for that group (notice all the vampire sensation lately). While finding a trend and jumping on the band wagon may be easy at what personal cost is it to the writer him or herself.

I always tell my son the hardest thing in this world to be is yourself. This maybe especially true of writers because we spend so much time observing the world around us and recording, sometimes it’s difficult to tell where the words end and we begin. Therefore we more than any other group have to make sure we are honest with ourselves; after all one hundred years from now all that is left of us will be our words. That has to mean something.

We dishonor ourselves when we put words out into the universe that don’t come from a place of honesty. We have to write for who we are and not for any current trend, or the way we would like others to perceive us. To have the heart of a writer is something to be treasured, even if others don’t see it. Our job is to see what others do not; to do this we have to be able to look at ourselves in the mirror.

Writing is one of the easiest looking difficult job; we don’t get to leave it at the office our words follow us everywhere we go. They sometimes wake us in the middle of the night because they can’t wait to come out.  Our words are important, therefore, when we are tempted to write material that is not true to whom we are as human beings we have to remember the reason we became writers, and stay true to that which we are because the most important thing we have is our integrity.   

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Categories: Writing.


September 20, 2010


By C. J. Stegall-Evans

I recently perused some fine art on the internet; needless to say it was lovely; as I study all the lines and intricate details for just a few minutes wish I had that talent. Then I remember to be grateful for the ability to paint pictures with my words.  




Because my words can paint pictures I can see, touch, taste and smell.

Because my words can paint pictures I can ring or un-ring any bell.

Because my words can pint pictures the world belongs to me and me alone.


Because my words can paint pictures I’m a sailor without a clear home.     

Because my words can paint pictures I am sometimes lost at sea.

Because my words can paint pictures all roads lead to me.


Because my words can paint pictures sometimes the paint fades and becomes a dull gray.

Because my words can paint pictures they lure me to come out to play.

Because my words can paint pictures I have unlimited sight.


Because my words can paint pictures there is no wrong or right.

Because my words can paint pictures art is words and words are songs.

Because my words can paint pictures I can create a world where I belong.


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Categories: Life, Writing.

Writing as a Silent Scream!!!

August 9, 2010


By C. J. Stegall-Evans

On Friday, I was driving my car happy as a clam (that is if clams are really happy), on my way to the University of North Florida Writers Conference. I have been waiting for this conference for months; looking forward to all the speakers and the wine and cheese reception.

Although it is a three day conference I could only get a ticket for day one because day two and three are sold out; that’s how I know this will be a totally amazing conference. I am so excited just ridding along and my car makes a noise like gravel hitting the undercarriage.

Nothing going to stop me from having a great day so I keep going. Pretty soon the noise is just too loud to ignore. I exit the expressway and make my way to a plaza parking lot. I pop the hood and notice the drive belt seems to have been almost completely eaten away by rabid squirrels. 

This is okay I am at peace with the world.  I wait two hours for a tow truck, knowing I can at least make a half day of the writer’s conference. I make it to the car dealership and by noon I give up hope and call the conference to cancel; the receptionist giggles and I hear the faint sound of music. Soon after, the customer service person tells me the cost to fix my car. I just burst into tears because this feels like an August conspiracy.

To make a long story short, I am sitting in the waiting room with an urgent need to scream or writing. Since writing is more appropriate I write. I begin to think about the conference and how much fun they are having within me, which makes me want to cry.

I know this year at the wine and cheese reception this year they break out the loud music and strobe lights and everyone just lets their hair down.  Usually these functions are a series of lectures, seeing old friends, getting to know new people, a great networking tool; but this year since I am not there I’m sure it’s more like Bookworms Gone Wild.

The thing that really gets me is at the next conference everyone will pretend it never happened. I assure you this is not my writer’s imagination taking hold. I look around the car dealership and I am so disappointed, I just want to scream. The writer in me knows writing will make feel better and it does but I will be looking for tell-tell signs of the wild party at the next conference.  


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Categories: Life, Writing.

Cathartic Writing

August 5, 2010


By C. J. Stegall-Evans

I meditate on a daily basis in order to feel grounded. I either sit low to the ground, on the floor, or with my feet touching the ground. When I feel grounded I am as much a part of nature as the birds in the trees.

Writing makes me feel grounded too. When I am writing I am able to lose me, and just be. The ability to be at one with nature is a gift, one that I hope all writers possess. It’s a very freeing aspect of being a creative person.

It allows us to put everyday life on hold, for the time we are writing we can get in the zone, and become a pure creative instructive instrument. Sometimes writing inspiration calls to us at times when it’s not always convenient but it is always worthwhile. 

Answering this writing call helps writers to feel more stable in our everyday lives. Writing can sometimes be all consuming but finding balance and writing about our joys and pains allows us to keep our lives in proper perspective.  

Writers have to work hard on being grounded which is sometimes difficult when your profession requires that you keep your head in the clouds. Daily writing and meditation may not be the cure all but it may make finding your place in a world in which you don’t fit in a bit easier.


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Categories: Life, Writing.

The Advent of August

July 27, 2010


By C. J. Stegall-Evans

It’s almost August and I’m feeling that old familiar ache. The tears well up, sometimes they come and sometimes they don’t. August seems to always break my heart. This is the month I was married and also the month I became widowed.

One life’s cruel jokes, if anything is going to go wrong in my life you better believe it’s going to happen in August.  In fact in the not too distant past I would go to bed pull the covers up over my head and wait until September. All was well until August of 2008 which was so horrid in terms of my personal, professional, and fiscal life I knew something would have to change so that I could redefine it. In November I began setting goals to ensure a better 2009.  

In August of 2009 I started this blog to encourage writers to write. In August I either start new projects or send out finished projects. I am always working on an invention in August. I pray and meditate a bit more. I try to be a bit kinder to myself and others. Rather than dwelling on the bad thing that have happened in this month I embrace the lessons learned.

 August reminds me to be grateful for my life and not take anything for granted. Rather than dreading August I now look forward to starting new projects reflecting and on what’s really important. I can’t say that I am happy every day in August but I am grateful, everyday. My renewed appreciation for the month of August means I am open to my feelings on any given day and I own it. I own it, I feel it, and I get through it.  

I hope at some point in my life August will be like any other month, but maybe it has been much far too tragic for that. Anyway, I have made my peace with the month of August and incorporated into my life as a natural part of my existence. In advent of August I extend to the world as much prayer, love, and compassion as I can muster.        



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Poems to Live By

July 22, 2010

By C. J. Stegall-Evans

When I was in seventh grade Mr. White made us memorize and recite poetry in front of the class. I already loved poetry but this dimension invited a new perspective on my view of the art. Two of the poems I learned were Be the Best of Whatever You Are by Douglas Maloch and If  by Rudyard Kipling; for whatever reason I cannot seem to get these poems out of my head this summer. Just like certain music is the soundtrack of our life and it evokes memories that takes us back to a simpler time the same can be said of poems. Poems take on different meanings when read at different points in our lives. I don’t what happened to Mr. White but the seeds he planted are still bearing fruit. Since these poems have always been special to me (Thank you Mr. White) I thought I would share them with you. Please enjoy!



Be the Best of Whatever You Are

By Douglas Maloch

If you can’t be a pine on the top of a hill
Be a scrub in the valley, but be the best little scrub on the side of the hill
Be a bush if you can’t be a tree,
If you can’t be a bush be a bit of the grass
And some highway happier make.
If you can’t be a muskie, then just be a bass,
But the liveliest bass in the lake.
We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to be crew,
There’s something for all of us here.
There’s big work to do and there’s lesser work, too,
And the thing we must do is the near
If you can’t be a highway, then just be a trail.
If you can’t be the sun, be a star.
It isn’t by size that you win or you fail.
Be the best of whatever you are.



By Rudyard Kipling 

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!


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I Write Like?

July 17, 2010

C. J. Stegall-Evans

Yesterday I read an article on the Los Angeles Times  url about website called I Write Like. The premise of IWL is the participant paste a writing sample in a space provided and submits it for analysis. The analysis tells the participant the famous writer with which they share a writing style.

I find this whole idea so amusing, especially since famous writers have used it only to find out they did not write like themselves, yikes! I woke thinking about this new website I decided to give it a try.

I submitted three of my article with three different moods of writing to see if I would get three different answers. The results are as follows:   

Write to Listen to Your Own Voice _ I write like David Foster Wallace. 

Quiet Spaces - I write like Dan Brown.

Confessions of a Reformed Plant Killer -


I write like
Charles Dickens

I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!


All in all, I rather enjoyed my visit to IWL. The analysis cannot be taken seriously but it will lift your spirits if you are suffering writer’s block or just want a pick me up. Take that fine advice from a writer who has been compared to Dickens.


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Falling in Love with Poetry

July 12, 2010

By C. J. Stegall-Evans

It seems I have fallen in love with poetry all over again. I wrote my first composition book full of poems when I was still in elementary school. A bully took them away from me. Can you imagine someone stealing your words at such a tender age?

Poetry was always my first love, but as I continued to write at some point I became too grown up for poetry. I had to consider ways to make a real living. Until recently I had forgotten the hours of endless pleasure derived from poetry.

 I am quite sure I will never forget again, presently I am reading all types of poems and soaking it up like a sponge. It feels like I was in a cave and I am experiencing the outside world for the first time in years. I had forgotten the sheer loveliness of a poem.

 It seems as if I was more concerned with making a living as opposed to actually living. I continued to read poems here and there and even write a few, but I did it with my eyes closed. I did it without passion. I did not see how important it was to my life and my thoughts and feelings on what it means to be human.    

 I can no longer see living without poetry in my life. It is amazing how there was something missing from my life and I did not even know it. I honestly did not know giving up poetry came at such a price.

 It made me wonder the price we pay for the other things of our childhood we give up. For me, giving up poetry was giving up a dream. I feel as if I have made a new discovery as if I should plant a poetry flag in my heart.

Did you have a dream you let slip away? Think back to your childhood. What made you happy? Do you think that it would still make you happy? How do you define happiness; remember happiness is something only you can define for yourself.   





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Words on a Page

June 17, 2010

By C. J. Stegall-Evans 

So many writers struggle just to put words on a blank page. Writing seems such a simple task it makes one wonder why we pour out our life’s blood for it, spend hours obsessing over it, and years devouring the words of others.

Writers stand in the world, yet, apart from it. When we close our office doors we are tasked with squeezing truth through our fingers. This is no easy plight because for some writers simply sitting to write is a chore in itself.

Then there is the fear of the unknown: Who will read my words; will it be interpreted the way I meant for it to be understood; at some point in my life will my words come back to haunt me; will I inadvertently hurt someone I truly love?  

Writers spend hours obsessing about writing because is our mark on the world. It says we were here; this is what we saw; this is how we felt; and sometimes writers tell us “this is how we want you to feel.” Some writers are rewarded for spilling their life’s blood and sadly some are not.

Those who are not rewarded and sometimes those who are may lose their way and turn to drugs and alcohol in order to get through life feeling the world’s pain, joy, hopes, and dreams. Writing is about accessing on a daily basis those feelings most people keep buried deep inside. Writing is walking through a world with a knife in your heart and occasionally running into people who feel the need to twist it.

On the other hand, writing is also about keeping the eye of a child and finding wonder in every flower. It’s about having the ability to relate to people you have never met. Writing is more than words on a page for some it’s a giving of all that we have (our words) and sharing it with the world.  

Writers hungrily spend years devouring the words of others because it gives us hope. Hope that the power of our words can promote change. Hope that our words aren’t just something on paper to be thrown away.  Hope that someone armed with only words matters in this world.






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Categories: Writing.

Transformative Writing

June 2, 2010

By C. J. Stegall-Evans 

Julia Cameron, author of The Right to Write, suggest writers keep a composition book on their nightstand and upon rising, begin to write. Do not bother to think just write three pages without putting your pen down.

I enrolled in this practice many years ago and found it no less than transformative. It’s transformative in that it keeps you writing on a daily basis and also wets your appetite for writing. It infects you with the writing bug every day.

It is the reason I share my warts and all practice with you; a lot of what I write on this blog comes from or is inspired by my three pages. I think the primary reason this practice works is because in our lives we are always in control of everything and this gives us permission to let go.

Writing is about letting go and allowing the words to come out however they want, knowing you can refine it later. Transformative writing is letting go knowing everything will be okay. It gives you the confidence to go from writing everyday to becoming a writer.   


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A Writer’s Treasure

April 9, 2010

By C. J. Stegall-Evans 

If you haven’t guessed it, I love writing and I love writers. I was doing research online yesterday and ran across the name Don Murray.  Don Murray is a Pulitzer prize-winning journalist and writing teacher who passed away in 2006. Those of you who regularly read my blog know I believe the greatest gift a writer gives other writers is their words.

I enjoy the writings of those who are no longer with us.  I also enjoy reading about those who are no longer with us because for that moment in time as I am reading they are alive. Every few years I read Death Be Not Proud so that Johnny Gunther can live again. I guess I’m reading Murray’s articles so he can also live again.

I look at the pages and pages of Murray’s articles and am convinced that anyone who continues to write will have a compilation of works (sounds easy enough). I am in awe of the sheer volume of Murray’s work and I will strive to work a little harder and a bit longer every day.  

In reading Murray’s words I perceive glimpses of a life well lived. How can you be dead when your words are still alive? Murray reminds me to do something with my life. That something does not have to be anything extraordinary, just something that matters. I think we all come into this world to make a difference in some way.    

Murray made a difference as a writer and as a teacher; but most of all through his writings we know he made a difference as a human being. Most of Murray’s writings are about simple everyday things that when you string them all together it comes out as life. He also writes about the tough things such as his wife’s illness and death, being alone, getting older, giving up his power, and living compassionately. Murray wrote his last article on a Friday and died on Saturday.  We should all live so long, well, and passionately.    








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Thinking about Writing

April 5, 2010

By C. J. Stegall-Evans

Even when I don’t feel like writing I still enjoy thinking about writing. I like the way the words flow in my head as if they are a kite. These words have no direction they simply flow back and forth. They don’t seem to mind whether they are brought forth on paper or left to float for all eternity.   

They know they are inspiration a gift meant to be felt more so than written. Sometimes they are not words at all just a Zen feeling that beckons one to be aware of this beautiful world in which we live. Their job is to make life light and easy for the writer even when life is not light and easy.

Although these words appreciate their floating existence they are not afraid to do the heavy lifting, especially when the writer has no words. On a rare day when these words have their way they meander about and slowly devour the blank page. They feel life, not the way humans feel life but rather a slow dreamy existence. They feel free.

They are not only freeing themselves they are free the writer. They are freeing the writer from those common thoughts as to how words should be put together. Who says you have to have a plot or thesis just write. Sometimes, don’t think, put your fingers to the keyboard and see what develops.







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Write that Road Kill, Passionately!

March 30, 2010

By C. J. Stegall-Evans

If you have not realized it yet, I love to write. All my writings are not lovely, beautiful, and flowing. Although, I would like to think some of it falls within those guide lines. That’s the thing about practicing writing as a sacred art, you get to write what you want, however you want and it’s okay because it’s just practice.  

Practice does not have to be serious. I mean no one is going to take your writer’s card away if you don’t write the great American novel. The following is an excerpt from a practice on one of my less than serious days.       


In Defense of Zombies

          As far as the undead go, Zombies are a much maligned species.  They make

         romantic movies about vampires and werewolves.  But in zombie movies they

          are either trying to eat people or their junk is falling off. 


          Well I’m here to tell you zombies are people too! Okay, maybe not people but

          can’t you give a zombie some love? Zombies try to be good; I have it on good

           authority that they never eat their boyfriends or girlfriends unless provoked.



          They are an honorable people in most circumstances. But sometimes it just

          can’t be helped and they have to have a tasty morsel of flesh. They do try

          not to eat anyone important. Although, I know they have their eye on Warren Buffett

          because the rich taste extremely rich and his last name reminds them of an

          informal dinner and Margaritaville.











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Writing Through Writer’s Block

February 16, 2010


By C. J. Stegall-Evans

Today I’m trying not to write, I find myself trolling the internet reading interesting articles. I have so much work I need to do and yet I insist on wasting time. I don’t know why I just can’t sit and work on one of three projects. I love writing but part of me is not completely comfortable with being a writer. I have always been a writer but part of me was not sure I would not be a real writer until I secured the educational credentials.

Now that I have the educational credentials some days I still feel as if I’m pretending. I love reading the works of other writers and I don’t hold them to the high standards as I hold myself. It may be that I get lots of support for my work out side of my family and friends, but within this group few considers me a real writer.

I’m quite aware that I look quite like a beach bum to them, although this is far from the truth; I am busier now than ever. I love my life and it is authentic, but sometimes because it does not look like the life of anyone else I know life I am treated as if it lacks relevance. Most days I don’t worry about what my life looks to others and concentrate on what it feels like to me.

It feels like freedom. It feels like a quiet tranquil existence with time for prayer and meditation. It feels like I wake up every morning and I get to be myself. I realize in our society being yourself is an amazing feat. I have always told my son “the hardest thing in this world to be is yourself.”

I even had a family member sit me down a few years ago to tell me what’s wrong with my life. I could not believe I was having an intervention for being a bookworm. Afterwards, I considered the source, and thought about my life. I asked myself if this was someone whose lifestyle would work within the parameters of my personal vision. I quickly realized it wasn’t me but rather someone who did not understand or respect my choice of lifestyle.

***In the practice of writing as a sacred art, even when you don’t feel like writing, sit and write. You may be surprised at what comes out. The above is an experiment in writing through writer’s block. You are a writer because you write; it is a title you bestow upon yourself. You don’t need anyone else’s approval.    





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Why Practice Writing as a Sacred Art

February 2, 2010

By C. J. Stegall-Evans

Writing as a sacred art (WAASA) is a daily writing practice that not only supports becoming a better writer but provides clarity, purpose, and informs reality. WASA supports becoming a better writer in that with all disciplines the more we practice the better we become. WAASA brings our thought process to the present and clarifies what’s important to our life. It allows us to concentrate on what’s critical and discern our sense of purpose. WASA informs our reality and allows us to fulfill our goals.


Writing as a sacred art helps us to become a better writer simply by the act of writing on a daily basis. Writing on a daily basis builds our confidence as a writer and promotes digging deeper into the subject matter. Writing on a daily basis is like exercise the more you do the more fit your body becomes. Writing is exercise for your mind.


Writing is exercise for your mind in that it permits us to focus on what’s significant in life. There is just something about the act of writing that brings forth truth. Whenever we are not sure or unfocused we should begin writing and the thoughts will begin to unfold. Sometimes we begin with one idea and something completely new unfolds. Writing gets rid of the cobwebs and leaves clear, crisp thoughts.


These clear, crisp thoughts could lead us to our purpose. We all have a purpose, mine is to use my words to touch others in a positive manner. When we are able to clearly articulate our thoughts we become more purposeful. We are able to clearly define who we are and what we want in life. We are able to change our reality.


Writing informs our reality because writing it down makes it real. When we have these ideas floating in our head they are just a pipe dream. Writing it down makes it a concrete goal. Whereas dreams most often remain dreams, goals require action. Writing down our goals makes it real and we begin to concentrate on the actions we need to take to attain your goal.


Therefore WAASA is not just writing for the sake of writing but in time writing that helps us to find meaning. Writing that opens our minds and our hearts. Writing to know who we are and what we want in life. WAASA is a path to reverence for ourselves and the world around us.









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Just Write!

January 27, 2010

By C. J. Stegall-Evans

Writing seems difficult because sometimes when you sit down to write the words just seem to dissipate. The only remedy for that is to sit down to write anyway; this is also a challenge because the thing you love to do becomes a chore. So rather than agonize, before you begin writing take the time to sit down, relax, and meditate on whatever makes you feel good. While you are still relaxed just write; it does not matter what you write, just write. It does not have to be good, don’t worry about your grammar or spelling just write.

Writing does not just come from the mind, but rather from that secret place within that wants to be free to express itself. Writing is letting go and allowing words to just spring forth. Writing allows time and space to disappear and there is only this flow that seems to be coming from nowhere, allow the writing to happen through you.  

The primary thing you have to consider when writing is to step back and take yourself out of the way. You can always use you head or whatever else you want to put into your writing during revisions, but for first drafts and daily practice just write. Remember, writing is a practice the more we do it the better we get. When sitting to write we are not always going to feel that inspiration that keeps us writing, this is where discipline comes in.

Discipline is not easy for writers, we are quite the procrastinating bunch; but if we stay the course we are greatly rewarded. Seeing your words on paper or on screen at the end of the day is a major accomplishment that should be celebrated.







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On Becoming…

September 3, 2009

When one practices writing as a sacred art, the writer allows the text to dictate the direction of its path. Therefore, WAASA is on hiatus until 9/14/2009. Thank you so very much for your patience as we endure growing pains, in order to become a relevant site for writers.



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The Fine Old Art of Letter Writing

August 27, 2009

Dear Reader,

One of the ways I hope you will practice writing as a sacred art is the fine old art of letter writing. Recently, I wrote a letter to my teenage nephews and they called me surprised thanking me for taking the time to write them. It seems they had never received a letter before. I find that whenever I write someone they are pleasantly surprised.

The kindest and most old-fashioned way to say I love you is with a letter. Sometimes people remember spoken, words but letters are a keepsake. When I’m writing a letter it feels as if time has slowed, and I get this dreamy feeling as I ponder what I want to say to the recipient. I typically want to touch their harts but also want to make them laugh. 

A good personal letter should draw the recipient in and make them feel as if you just gave them a big hug. They should feel excited and special because someone thought of them. You can tell someone “I’ve been thinking of you a lot lately”, but if they receive finely worded correspondence they have tangible proof.

Even though letter writing is out of favor, it still has its many uses. So many companies still use letter as a way to ensure we fill our home with junk mail. I had to laugh when GEICO sent me a letter with “baby come back” in red ink on the envelop; yes, I went back. I’m not saying I would not have gone back to GEICO otherwise, but this did get my attention. If they had sent me an email I would never have opened it.

Don’t get me wrong, I love email, IM, texting, and tweeting as much as everyone else,  but in the fall and winter, when the barometer dips to 60 degrees (you have to love Florida)and I’m sitting on my patio having a cup of tea I yearn for a long, sweet letter from someone dear to my heart. I know GEICO loves me they call me “baby” but I would still rather it be from an actual person.

Think of someone you know or someone you have not seen in a long time and write them a big, sloppy, heartfelt letter. Take the time to let someone know you were thinking of them.








(c) 2009 by C. J. Stegall-Evans

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