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September 14, 2009

***WASA will be down until 10/2/2009 due to technical difficulties.***

In the past several months I have engaged in tons of research trying to figure out how to best develop this website. I am truly enjoying my venture into the blogosphere but I find I have been so thoroughly focused on the technology behind blogging that I have neglected my other writing projects.

Therefore, in an effort to sustain both a relevant site and my writer’s life this website is once again in process of becoming. The latest incarnation of this site will include a writer’s resource page. The resource page includes information about grants, writing grant proposals, and job information.  I have included a resource area because one of the most difficult things about becoming a writer is finding a way to finance your craft.

It is much easier to practice writing as a sacred art if the writer is solvent and able to focus on his or her portfolio. I still plan to practice writing as a sacred art on a daily basis, as I hope you will too. I will post to the site on Mondays, and continue to check the site and my email several times a day. I really do enjoy hearing from other writers; feel free to continue writing and asking questions.

I’m not putting this site on the back-burner; I am just honoring who I am and removing obstacles from my path to keep me from writing.  That’s the thing about the writing life we have to overcome obstacles that stand between ourselves and our goals, and sometimes those obstacles are of our own making.     

(c) 2009 by C. J. Stegall-Evans 

 

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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.

C.J.


 

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Categories: Writing.

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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Categories: Writing.

Run Away From Home!

August 25, 2009

Yes, you heard me; run away from home; run and run fast! Okay, well maybe not, but finding ones place in this world is important. In February of 2003, I am sitting in my Father’s house (I have been living here for two and a half years) wondering once again what to do with myself. I had dropped out of Masters of Divinity degree program in seminary, because I knew religion was not my calling; I am a writer. A writer overwhelmed by this life that doesn’t make sense; then it finally dawns on me: I get to create the life I want for myself and my son; I need to run away from home.  

I need to run away from home because I am a widow and previously my identity was tied to my husband. After returning home, I try desperately to become a good mother, daughter, sister, and friend to those who love me. I am trying everything except finding out what I want and embracing it with my whole heart. Part of me knows the lifestyle I want, but I am too afraid to speak out and boldly say, “all I want for the rest of my life is to live on the beach and write.” On this day, in this instant, my new issue becomes where is home?

I begin looking at homes on the internet and for whatever reason I am drawn to a $125,000 shack on Maui in Hawaii. When my son returns from school I playfully show him our new home. He looks at me defiantly, and growls “I’m not living in a shack on Maui. Look at it, I bet the house has no running water or electricity. I hate Catholic school and I’m willing to move to get away from it, but I need walls, running water, electricity, and it would be nice to live a little closer to my grandparents.”

 I consider his needs, and then I think back to my first military duty station in Jacksonville, Florida. Whenever military life gets to tough, I retreat to nearby St. Augustine, Florida and become a writer for a day. It is settled, my son and I will move to St. Augustine and I can become a writer for the rest of my life. That is the easy part, now I had only to work out the how and when.

I set my intention to moving to St. Augustine; I write it in my journal because writing it down makes it real. I visualize my goal every day, so that my subconscious knows this is where we’re going. Although I do not know the how, I know my goal is achievable. In July of 2003 when I am in St. Augustine scouting for a place to live; I received a call from my father. It seems I have received an unexpected check in the mail which was more than enough to cover my moving expenses.  In August of 2003 my son are packed and moving to our dream.

Does it take running away from home to awaken the writer within; I hope not but some of have to go to extremes to find ourselves. I have a need to go where life takes me; we humans are most fulfilled when we are living our lives in a purposeful manner. I may not have my shack on Maui, but I do get to be a writer every day, for this I am grateful. I still fantasize about that lovely little shack on Maui, but I must say, especially on those top of the head burning hot Florida days, I truly appreciate walls, running water, electricity, and it really is nice to be less than a seven hour drive from my parents.  

 

© 2009 by C. J. Stegall-Evans         

 

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