“Write while the heat is in you.” -Thoreau

Happy New Year & Happy “Christine will write more than 9 blog posts this year.”

Before I begin, an old picture of fire brought to you by Valentine’s Day 2016:


I tend to not give myself a lot of credit. Not just in conversation, but in my own head. Over my Christmas break I was suffering from a really nasty sinus/upper respiratory infection and I lost my voice. Forced to use a pen and paper (marker and legal pad to be exact) as a means to communication, I found myself uplifted despite the pile of tissues. In dialogue with my roommates, they noticed my positive spirit emerging.

In fact one of them asked, “Do you feel happy because you’re physically writing?”

Suddenly I realized that she was 100% right. Even though my head was pounding and my body was fighting off a fever, mentally, I was feeling better. The physical act of writing was restoring something inside of me. Then, the ever so obvious reminder popped into my head. What would happen if you gave a poem a shot?

Yes, folks, it’s been a few months of writer’s block for me. The ideas were there, but the fear was back. The fear to let what I truly want to write out of my being onto the page. So, in that moment I could see clear enough and allowed the words from my dear Frost Place Poetry Seminar Sister Tiana Clark (follow the link & read her chapbook) echo in my mind. “Let’s be brave together,” she said. In 2017 I will be brave. I will write what I want to write and I won’t let the opinion of others stop me.

The rest of that day was spent with my other roommate, discussing life, poetry, creativity and all inspiring things. She read 20 pages worth of conversation due to my absent voice and we wrote next to each other for hours. Since then I’ve churned out two poems and I’m happy to report that I am so excited about them. I’m excited about the plan for what I hope will be my first book of poems, and I’m finally feeling passionate again.

Now, back to the picture of the fire. While I was writing today I was reminded of this quote by Thoreau:

“Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience.” ― Henry David Thoreau

That is something that I’ve definitely neglected over the past four months. I used to work in a library and I jotted down my ideas almost instantly upon them entering my brain. Even though I work at a desk job now, there’s no reason to not keep the same scraps of paper next to my desk that I used to carry in my pocket. I also stopped keeping those same scraps next to my bed. I’m happy to report they have taken their rightful place on my nightstand once again. I will write while the heat is in me.

In closing, Happy New Year to all of you creative folk out there. Good luck with whatever writing goals you have and feel free to tweet @AWritersWay if you want to chat with me about them.

Until next time,



On The Road To Concord, MA

Early last Friday morning, I embarked on a solo adventure to Concord, Massachusetts to visit all of the literary locations that I had been dying to visit for many years. While there, I stayed at the Hawthorne Inn, run by two of the most genuine kind people I’ve ever met.


It all started with the drive. I rented a car because my own car struggles to get me from my every day normal point A to point B. So once that was done, I took off. I waved goodbye to Jersey, and drove to Concord. Let me tell you, the drive alone sparked so many ideas. There’s something about knowing that you’re on the road for so many hours that creates this great imaginative bubble. In the picture above you can see the pencil that I used to write while I was driving. Don’t worry, there was traffic… 😉

After a little under five hours of driving I arrived in Concord. Right from the beginning, I felt at home. Everything about the town was lovely and quaint. Then the real adventures began.


This library melted my heart.

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Pictured above was the best meal of my life, eaten at 80 Thoreau. The next day was action packed. I finally made it to Walden Pond after years of dreaming about it.

“If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put foundations under them.” -Henry David Thoreau

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But by far, the highlight of my trip, was visiting Jack Kerouac’s grave in Lowell. I felt so empowered and connected while there.

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” ― Jack Kerouac

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Visiting Emerson’s house was another highlight, but seeing his study in the museum was even better.

“Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.”-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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My stay at the inn was one of the best experiences of my life. I was able to spend a lot of time writing which felt so good. I do a lot of writing while at home, but there’s something about being away that gives you a new perspective.

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So I owe many thanks to the Hawthorne Inn, and I truly can’t wait to go back.

Until next time,