My name is Kathy Nickerson, and I live on Mercy Street – physically and figuratively.

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Sounds of Silence

January 30, 2012 5 Comments

Sounds of Silence

Like most writers, I daydream about a writing retreat where I can create for hours, undisturbed by the mundane cares of daily life. I often think  could complete a true masterpiece if I only had the time. And the silence. And the space. Wrong. I spent all day Friday and Saturday shut up in a [...]

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A Lot Like Laundry

November 13, 2011 5 Comments

A Lot Like Laundry

Most of the time, I’m a reasonably sane human being. When I go to a writer’s conference, though, I am suddenly reminded of stories from the olden days. Stories about movie starlets being discovered while sipping a malt at the soda shop. I always have this absurd idea that I’ll pitch an idea to an [...]

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Working the Plan

October 3, 2011 6 Comments

Working the Plan

I’ve been given a rare season of unscheduled time this week. I have a stack of reading material and a long list of things to research. Plus several writing projects, of course. Sounds like Heaven, doesn’t it? But here is the problem: My toothbrush isn’t in the right place. My friend, Darin, once explained that [...]

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Do The Next Thing

August 29, 2011 7 Comments

Do The Next Thing

Saturday was a rare Stay-Home-Day for me. (That’s what some of our grandchildren call Saturday. In my day, Saturday was called Cartoon Day, but now cartoons are on 24/7, so that doesn’t work. But, I digress.) Which is exactly what I did on Saturday!!! For several days, I’ve been feeling these random writing projects swirling [...]

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Wherein I Take One Baby Step

Last weekend, I walked across a grocery-store parking lot and thought about how thin I felt. Now, this is ludicrous on so many levels. I am still months away from my goal weight. Lots of months. I send the dial on a bathroom scale much further than it has ever gone before. And, I was [...]

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The Words We Give Away

Let’s be clear. I am a writer. And I like to sell stuff. Essays, articles, stories. A novel would be nice, though I have not experienced that one yet. Being paid for my work makes me feel validated. Affirmed. Legitimate. No matter how many times my husband tells me I’m a great writer (which he [...]

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I’m Better When I Write

I like my day job. I love my church, my family, and my friends. I have an exceptionally wonderful life. But, I’m better when I write. For the last few years, I’ve focused twenty-minutes most days on some writing project or other. That has produced a couple of novels, various magazine articles and some essays. [...]

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Overlooking All the J’s

Last week I heard from one of the editors who helped form me as a writer. It has been more than twenty years since I submitted my first article to him, and we stay in touch. The magazine he worked for no longer exists, but the lessons he taught me remain. One lesson is how [...]

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A Few More Words

October 3, 2010 9 Comments

In our family, if we don’t hear from one another often enough, we send out an email asking, “are you trapped under something heavy?” I have been. I was trapped under 75,680 words of a novel I’d love to find sitting on all your bedside tables this time next year. I doubt that is going [...]

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Today I Love My Mailbox

This is a shameless plug. I’ve always believed if I checked the mailbox faithfully rain or shine, one day it would reward me with wonderful things. Two of those arrived this week. First: (here’s the plug) This book compiled by James Stuart Bell with a forward by Gary Chapman and (drum roll, please) a story [...]

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