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Deborah J. Brasket, Author

~ Writing on the Edge of the Wild

Deborah J. Brasket, Author

Category Archives: My Writing

Within the White Hot Flow of Writing

May 31, 2018

That’s where I am. Where I love to be. I began a new novel almost as soon as I finished …

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Pinch Me! Writers House Accepts My Novel

May 23, 2018

I’m so excited. Robin Rue, a senior agent at Writers House, one of the top 20 literary agencies in the …

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Poetry that Takes Us Beyond Articulation

April 6, 2018

Some of us are always seeking a path beyond ourselves, beyond articulation. It’s not escape. It’s the opposite of escape. …

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Bearing Witness – Art that Hurts, Art that Heals

March 5, 2018

So much of art-making is bearing witness–to things we love, to things that wound. And often they are the same …

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A Walk on the Wild Side – For People Who Love Addicts

February 19, 2018

A few years ago I started an anonymous blog with the above title to talk about addiction. About trying to …

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Walking Each Other Home – Why We Write

January 22, 2018

I’ve reread my novel after being away from it for well over a year. I did so with some trepidation. …

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The Pieta & the Writer’s Palette, Redux

August 22, 2017

It’s been said that for writers the blank page is our canvas and words our paint. But I don’t think …

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My Art or My Novel. Which Would You Choose?

March 16, 2017

Someone asked me recently what I loved more, my painting or my writing? Or, she added, is that like trying …

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Into the Flow, Bringing the Mountain Top into Market Place

July 22, 2015

Have you ever felt being in the flow of things? That optimum experience that many athletes and artists feel when …

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Hot Hills in Summer Heat, Revised

July 9, 2015

“I watch them every summer, the hot hills crouched like a lion beside the road, tawny skin pulled taut across …

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After sailing around the world in a small boat for six years, I came to appreciate how tiny and insignificant we humans appear in our natural and untamed surroundings, living always on the edge of the wild, into which we are embedded even while being that thing which sets us apart. Now living again on the edge of the wild in a home that borders a nature preserve, I am re-exploring what it means to be human in a more than human world.

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