Nicole Sharp Writes

A consideration of knots…

So I’m a writer. It has taken me a long time to admit that out loud. I held it close, like a secret identity for so long. For years I kept my writing…

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It’s all Greek to me…

I’ve been doing an online course on the Ancient Greeks, my wheel house. I find when I start to learn ‘new things’, I don’t stray far from my field of interest. My degree…

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Un-rejection?

This is not the rejection you thought it was, it’s a different rejection of rejection. I’m pretty sure Yoda said that at one point. So, this morning, I’m sitting in my haven of a…

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Please welcome back to the stage…Rejection

Two rejected grant applications have wandered their unwanted way into my mailbox. So, how have I been handling it? Not well. Rejection, whether it’s the first one or the thousandth, hurts. And sucks…

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Everything…

I’m moved into my backyard for the season. My flowers are starting to bloom enough for me to make small bouquets of fresh loveliness for myself every few days. I’ve been writing again…

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Legend has it that Nicole Sharp was born to hippies during an ice storm in Stone Mountain, Georgia. While confirmation of said events cannot be agreed upon, one fact is for certain, it was a Tuesday. By age twelve, Nicole was sure of two things. 1) She wanted to be a writer and 2) She wanted to travel. She begged her parents to allow her to voyage alone to exotic lands. She was allowed to go from California to Boise Idaho to visit a great-grandmother.

Her first car was a yellow Chevy Celebrity and her favorite job was as a docent in a museum in an old Colorado mining town. And yes, she has written extensively about both.

In the course of her writing career, she's been published in a smattering of literary magazines, those short stories can be found here. These days she writes about Italy, love, coffee and quirky adventures of fearless women.