The foliage has been losing its freshness through the month of August, and here and there a yellow leaf shows itself like the first gray hair amidst the locks of a beauty who has seen one season too many. Oliver Continue reading The first gray hair
While I wait for my computer to updateas it wants, cravesthe newest version, the latest release I test myself with the ancient toolspen and paperfar away from the silent keysof my keyboard keys that are not really silentthat make a Continue reading Ink Smears-The Poem
One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all. Harriet Van Horne I saw Julie & Julia last night. I’m pretty sure I had a goofy smile on my face throughout the movie. It Continue reading Cooking is love
Talent is helpful in writing, but guts are absolutely necessary.Jessamyn West If you’ve starting submitting this month you may feel fear that you’re not ready, your work is not good enough; there are so many better writers out there. Persevere Continue reading Do You Have The Guts for This?
Ink smears, as thoughts sometimes do. Emme Woodhull-Bäche I went to Florence, Colorado yesterday to scour the antique shops for postcards and paper. I can’t scan anything right now because my scanner is broken again. I found a few good Continue reading Ink Smears
“Traveling is like flirting with life. It’s like saying, ‘I would stay and love you, but I have to go; this is my station.’” Lisa St. Aubin de Teran I always wanted to be a travel writer but when I’m Continue reading Writing Away
Give a girl an education and introduce her properly into the world, and ten to one but she has the means of settling well, without further expense to anybody. Jane Austen School has started for most of the students in Continue reading Give a girl an education
Sit down, and put down everything that comes into your head and then you’re a writer. But an author is one who can judge his own stuff’s worth, without pity, and destroy most of it. Colette, Casual Chance, 1964
Thanks to my cousin for this link from the Irish Times.