Monthly Archives: April 2021

When It Doesn’t Work—Until It Does

Posted on April 29, 2021 by Christina Anne Hawthorne

From the moment I published last week’s post I knew there was unfinished business at hand. That post, about finally unearthing a story for Following the Essence Stone, continues to fall into place. The narrative outline is done and I’m … Continue reading →

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Self-Deception

Posted on April 27, 2021 by Christina Anne Hawthorne

So many years, so many decades, each filled with truths, lies, and deceptions. The self-deception of long ago burned deepest, a memory vivid, him playing his guitar before he was gone. She was someone else then, living a different life, … Continue reading →

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A Place So Vast

Posted on April 24, 2021 by Christina Anne Hawthorne

Born into herself, a self unaccepting, she built walls for her own protection, but seeing beyond she couldn’t do, her safe place a lonely place until she became new. The new was the old, without self-infliction, the life within no … Continue reading →

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The Moment When I Saved a Novel

Posted on April 22, 2021 by Christina Anne Hawthorne

I write otherworld fantasy with spells and potions and this month I’m beginning to wonder if I’m under a spell. A good spell. One where the fragmented pieces of my writing begin to come together. Oh how unexpected! Oh how … Continue reading →

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Contemplating

Posted on April 20, 2021 by Christina Anne Hawthorne

Who was she, this gentle person, this feminine introvert, so introspective? Of what use was she, she who coveted time, time for contemplation over mass consumption? How was one to understand someone who roared inside, soared in her mind, and … Continue reading →

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Quieting Anxiety

Posted on April 17, 2021 by Christina Anne Hawthorne

Her lungs were a bellows with no air. Pacing, hands darting, thoughts racing, catastrophes forming. Unable to settle, yet wanting to hide. Instead, she sought, her quiet place. Stillness. Breathing. In. Out. If chaos screamed, she let it scream, let … Continue reading →

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Finishing a Series

Posted on April 15, 2021 by Christina Anne Hawthorne

My inclination is to always follow inspiration. My philosophy when it comes to abiding that belief is to always weigh whether my inspiration will serve my creative purpose in the long term. That doesn’t mean I can’t lie to myself, … Continue reading →

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The Promise

Posted on April 13, 2021 by Christina Anne Hawthorne

Another slumber, disquieting and a little somber, no details lingering, yet, her heart lifted anyway, for stirring deep within was the promise, the one made so very long ago, the purpose she couldn’t let go, the purpose she couldn’t forget, … Continue reading →

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Stepping Stones to Chaos

Posted on April 10, 2021 by Christina Anne Hawthorne

Another moment of silence following more senselessness to abhor, etching more stones in grieving, hearing more answers we’ll ignore. Outrage over trivialities, apathy when victims die, walking the stepping stones to chaos while too few wonder why. There’s no end … Continue reading →

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Writing What’s Most Important

Posted on April 8, 2021 by Christina Anne Hawthorne

Instead of drafting this post on Tuesday, I drafted it on Saturday. I needed the variety of tasks that day while riding out the aftermath of my second dose of vaccine. I received it late Friday morning and only suffered … Continue reading →

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