'Why Me?' A book of darkness that illuminated my truth ...

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 19 November 2017 | 3 Comments

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A year ago, I knew nothing of Jim Swain, not even his name. Today, my perceptions of life are forever broadened and deepened for meeting and working with him.
That is the beginning and the ending of my story in what has been the adventure of getting this book to print.

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Seed, Feed 'n' Weed: using stress to strengthen my spirit

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 14 July 2014 | 4 Comments

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In May, stress was winning I came close to giving up. Instead, I hit pause, and tried something new. And it worked. 

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Lessons from a clothesline

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 20 June 2014 | 1 Comments

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My basement clothesline now sags with dripping wet clothes. The forecast said thunder showers; I was swayed by the brilliant blue sky. So who do I blame: nature, myself, or this bloody Nova Scotia weather that changes literally in the blink of an eye?

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The Dark Side of the creative process

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 18 June 2014 | 3 Comments

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My lesson yesterday? The things that anger, frighten and frustrate are not minefields but diamond mines full of unruly bits that can be polished into a gem of a story. 

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Lessons from The Enterprise: Day 21

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 15 June 2014 | 1 Comments

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I always believed life's best lessons could be found in Star Trek and this weekend, it was proven to me. Sweet. But there was something even sweeter.

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Turn the knob, don't pull the plug

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 13 June 2014 | 0 Comments

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I'm really dating myself here, referring to dials rather than touch screens, but that's part of who I am, old. I also feel like a radio these days, needing to tune out but not wanting to lose the signals that enrich my life. It's like when the country hour comes on our local station. I can handle a few of these artists, actually enjoy the occasional tune here. If I turned the whole thing off, I'd miss the good songs. Or, if the tuning is nudged off-station, I don't pull the plug, I fine-tune the setting. On days when I need silence, I don't take a hammer to the radio, I turn it off, and save the rail for a day when the music is welcomed.

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A stiff breeze makes us stronger

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 12 June 2014 | 55 Comments

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Did you know tomato plants grow better in the wind? Me neither, but my son's high school science project gave undeniable proof. Then I got to thinking: is the same true for authors?

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Life experiences and a space to sort them in

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 11 June 2014 | 21 Comments

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Storage of our stuff is a multi-billion dollar industry in North America. How much do we invest in our head space? We pay hundreds for the perfect shelving unit to hold books (proper thing, of course!), ornaments and electronics. What about all those experiences housed in our body and mind: how much do we invest in processing, sorting and storing those? 

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Changing the Way I Share

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 10 June 2014 | 6 Comments

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Past the halfway mark, I have learned that recharging one's body and spirit is possible and quite doable, but there is no drive-thru or microwave version. Homegrown, home cooked, time-honored and daily are the only ingredients that will work. Conditioned now to chafe at a 10-second download, the work this week shifts again from sensory engagement to strength exercises - of both muscles and patience.

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Back to work, Ready or Not

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 9 June 2014 | 16 Comments

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Two weeks after hitting pause on my book, I dusted off my publisher hat and got back at it. Was I scared? Eerily so, but I was more afraid of letting that fear control me. As much as I need a break from all things stressful, I need to be clear about the source of that stress. The two weeks away have helped me see, and appreciate, that I do love my work. As I read the manuscript, the nagging doubts melted with the hours. I was lost in the story, clarifying it, fixing it, polishing it. I ended with a list for tomorrow, and left my desk in time to catch some afternoon rays, cook supper, plant more seeds in my container garden, bounce, play some music with my son, and watch a little TV. It was a good day.

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