Essay

The Age We Are

When I hear younger writers talking about how they wasted their youth or are too old to do what they want, I find myself tsk, tsking—as old people do. Hah. But more so, it reminds me that we all feel this aging thing in the same way whether we’re 30 or almost 67. Wow, I’m this old? How did that… Read more →

Lazy Summer Days?

For a while now, I’ve been feeling a little disappointed in myself for not getting more writing done this summer. Yes, there was a wedding in the middle of June which took me away for a week, but other than that, I’ve been home—even more than usual. And yes, I’ve needed to spend a lot of time working on the… Read more →

Day 6 – 30 Nano Post-Mortem

The thing I’m most proud of after successfully finishing NaNoWriMo is that I made no foolish pledge to blog everyday during the month. The first five days I wanted to. It was a good feeling to complete my main course and then finish off with a little blogging dessert. But after day five, the novel filled me up. I got… Read more →

Kangaroos are Cool

We’re having perfect summer weather here in Atlantic Canada. Canadians do not say such sentences casually. We say it with the same emotion as someone would say, “I won the lottery!” It stays cold far too many months of the year for us to be anything but passionate about summer. Even better is that I’ve gotten to stay home for… Read more →

Seeing Voices, copyright nancysmwaldman 2012

Seeing Voices

With apologies to one of my favourite writing physicians, Oliver Sacks, I titled this post, Seeing Voices, because that’s what it feels like when I’m fully engaged in writing characters I know well. So how do you come up with complex, interesting characters? Get them to talk. Engage them in conversation. Ask them questions not only about the predicament they’re… Read more →

Learning Our Colours

In honour of my granddaughter, Cadi who will be five on Wednesday. 2007 — One June day while in Maine, I pick up my two-year-old granddaughter, Acadia, so that her daddy can have a little time alone. He’s her single and sole parent. I live a very long day’s drive away but come as frequently as possible—both to give my… Read more →

White Lilacs and other dreams

It’s that time of year…time to re-dream lilacs. I wrote this in 2007. Lilacs were not a part of my life until I moved north in my thirties. When I discovered them that first spring, it was as if I dreamed them. They felt that important and that personal. And yet, I never remember a conscious thought of lilacs before… Read more →