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Every night for the last few weeks, I would be working on a Type A project or a writing deadline and think of something I wanted to blog about. Like, how this June in January weather has me thinking rather seriously about moving somewhere with seasons. Or how I’m clueless as to how one can avoid a zombie apocalypse, but in the last month have come to possess a treasure trove of information on surviving a carpet beetle infestation. Or why that piece I wrote for BlogHer about Downton last season, has me in the same spot again. (No spoilers, but Downton I’m about ready to quit you. Only I can’t. Again.) And about that pledge I signed to not purchase any clothing or accessories for the month of January as part of a campaign for eco-awareness of textile waste that I’ve failed miserably, mostly because of the beetles. But sorting through every closet searching for beetle larvae, I learned a few things a month without shopping never would have taught me.

I’ll write about these things eventually. Or maybe I won’t. What sounds like a good story to a writer one day, can be an awful idea the next.

But at the moment, all I have time to say is that I’m happy that after the chaos of the last few months (and particularly the last few weeks) – from hand injuries to holidays to hole-making pests – today the TYPE A storefront went live.

The storefront was supposed to be up at the end of the month and it happened a little earlier that I had anticipated. And to celebrate, all orders made through the storefront or for custom work – announcements, invites, business cards – it’s all 10% off until midnight January 31st. In the storefront, use promo code AWisTYPEA.

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There are certain books that, as a writer, I visit again and again. Some are works of fiction, some non-fiction – biographies and books about writing itself. On my desk, sit a group I revisit often. Some of the books have moved desk to desk with me for over a decade, others I edit every so often adding new finds or bringing back old favorites. Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird is one of those books that I recently re-added. In part because her voice reminds me a lot of a great professor I once had, but mostly because it’s just great writing about writing.

The actual act of writing – turns out to be the best part. It’s like discovering that while you thought you needed the tea ceremony for the caffeine, what you really needed was the tea ceremony.

I love that, even though I believe I need the tea as much as the ceremony. Just as much as I need these books on my desk – memory, reference, ritual – the creative habit in all its glory. The tea is a part of my creative process, too.

I’ve always been a big tea drinker, but in this last year – this wonderful, strange year full of unexpected change, frustrating health issues and challenging projects – the tea ceremony has become an integral part of my writing day. Be it writing a script or writing in script.tea ceremony henry james ©alexashersears

In all my years as a professional writer, this was certainly my least prolific in terms of how much was published, and yet, I feel fulfilled. (Well, as fulfilled as a writer ever can be. It’s hard to be content when you realize it will be impossible in one lifetime to tell all the stories you have within you. That you will have to savor the ones that make it even after being edited to pieces and accept that the best characters may remain in purgatory forever.)

And the tea (sorry Anne), the tea made a difference. At my desk, writing late at night with a decaf English Breakfast or many afternoons this holiday season with a big cuppa of Lipton Natural Energy on the sideboard in my dining room, a safe distance from the the dining room table covered in a sea of hand penned envelopes waiting to dry.

Sometimes, I needed the calm. Sometimes, I needed the energy and focus. Always, I needed the time to let it steep. To give myself those moments to collect my thoughts and be in the moment.

The other day I going through my desktop books and wanted to reference a line from Dani Shapiro’s new book, Still Writing, in an email I was sending (Is it only writers who write to each other quoting books? I hope not.) Except it wasn’t on my desk. Or on a bookshelf. It was in my iPad, which I am finding can be a slightly more expensive way to read if I really love a book, as I’ve now ordered a print copy in addition to the Kindle version. For me, reading is ceremony, too. The words are important, but so is the paper. I need pages to dog ear and space to make notes in the margins. Sometimes I’ll find myself highlighting a passage six years later, noting the faded yellow of earlier notations. I’m always fascinated by what struck me upon first reading and what inspires me now.

Sitting here this morning, waiting for my tea to steep, I thought about my favorite new books of this past year. What has stayed with me? What have I gifted after reading? In fiction, there was Transatlantic, Z, and Havisham and the not quite as new, can’t believe I didn’t read them sooner, Rules of Civility and Eleanor and Park. In non-fiction, Still Writing, Why We Write and Karma Gone Bad.

Tell me, what were your favorites? I need to start my Goodreads list for 2014.

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