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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14 Days, 3 things I know for sure

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 8 June 2014 | 22 Comments

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   It has been two full weeks since I promised myself and all of you a 30-day search for little things to cool the burnout and recharge the joy. Here's what I've learned:

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Lucky Number 13, telling a writer to read, and other anomalies

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 7 June 2014 | 26 Comments

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My precocious character Rose invoked the ire of her Catholic teachers and dismissal of her mother by her insistence that 13 was a lucky number. Why did she have to explain the obvious? Baker's dozen, an extra loaf of bread just in case, in her childhood world there was nothing luckier than that. Then she grew up, and 13 faded to nothing special, no longer on her mind. With me it was reading. I was devouring books long before I started school, I'm told. I was a voracious reader until the teen years. Then reading became a chore for school. After graduation I began my career as a paid writer. Who has time to read then, and why should I? I'm creating my own stories now. 

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Have you smiled at a plant today?

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 6 June 2014 | 4 Comments

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   I had fresh thyme on my salmon tonight. Tiny green leaves, world of flavour, 15 steps away on my front deck. Cheap, too. $3 per plant at the farmers market. And a miracle, firstly because it hasn't died, and because in the next few months it could double its size. Plants in our world are everywhere: underfoot, overhead, on our window sills, in our gardens. They also inhabit a special place in our emotions. My sweet little grandmother became an axe murderer when a dandelion dared to appear on her lawn. The scent of wild roses takes my mother back to her childhood on Niva Scotia's rocky, salt-kissed south shore. The smell of lilacs, well, we all know there is a special story there. Someday, you'll get to read it .... But enough about that for the moment. Love them for food and beauty or detest them as weeds, plants are wondrous. Some lucky people can grow them. I'm working on my gardening skills, because there is peace to be found in the dirt, a sense of purpose to be seen in living creations that are rooted yet unique. My gift to self today: appreciate a plant, any plant. My herb garden. My perennials that grow despite my lack of empathy. The neighbours' lush cedar bushes. And of course, for a few days yet, the lilacs. Book or no book, they're still beautiful. 

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Day 11: Honouring Friends

Posted by Jennifer Hatt on 5 June 2014 | 3 Comments

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   I started the morning feeling completely drained and totally alone. Two hours later, I am not only still alive but writing, with a smile. That is the power of friendship. My gift to self today: valuing my friendships by trusting them and sharing our energies, wanting good for both of us. It started at 8 a.m. with a meeting with my business partner, the legal term for a relationship so simple yet too complex for either of us to describe. I had to look him in the eye and tell him what I shared with all of you 11 days ago; that there would be no book launch this month, maybe not next month either. That we would have the book in hand when the lilacs bloomed was a promise I had made to the both of us. The lilacs blossomed in full force overnight, but it seemed we were now both too exhausted and distracted to do a new book justice.  I burst into tears. He handed me the tissues. "We don't need a book to smell the lilacs," he said, holding my teary gaze, "and you know, they'll bloom next year, too." In that moment he was a pure friend, and I wouldn't trade that feeling of being valued and connected for a bestseller. OK, maybe the New York Times list ... But the point is, we both admitted to our overload, discovered we were on the same page, and made a plan to move forward that didn't hasten the drain on both of us. That gift will see us both through the next several months of chaos and transition that is the current reality of our lives. 

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