Charlotte Lit’s Blog
Welcome to Charlotte Lit’s literary arts blog. What you’ll find here: craft essays, book reviews, previews of literary arts events, and anything else that catches our attention.
Charlotte Center for Literary Arts, Inc.
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Journal Writing During a Pandemic
/in Blog, Inspiration/by Melinda FergusonBegin now. — May Sarton, American poet, novelist, and memoirist Do you keep a daily journal? If you do, you know what an invaluable resource journal writing can be in times of crisis. If you are a lapsed journal writer or have never kept a journal, consider starting one today. Journal writing is a means of […]
Using the Sense of Smell
/in Blog, Keeping Pen to Paper/by Paul RealiPart of Charlotte Lit’s “Keeping Pen to Paper” Series. Writers paint a picture for our readers. We want them to see what we see, or what we’ve imagined. So it makes sense that the most of our writing focuses on what we see—that is, uses the sense of sight. But if you want to paint […]
Making Connections
/in Blog, Keeping Pen to Paper/by Kathie CollinsPart of Charlotte Lit’s “Keeping Pen to Paper” Series. Let’s face it. Life in the outer world is typically so busy, most of us hurry through our days with little awareness of what’s going on inside us. We awaken each morning with to-do lists so long and loud, our nighttime dreams evaporate before we even […]
Paying Attention Requires the Deep Gaze, Not the Passing Glance
/in Blog/by Irene Blair HoneycuttNeeding to feel grounded, I sit outside, an acorn in my hand. A slight breeze brushes my face. I loosen my grip on the acorn; and it feels lighter, as if it might mysteriously dissolve and flow into my veins. Does this acorn hold within its DNA the tiny thing Julian of Norwich held in […]