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Tuesday (23rd). A mild morning William worked at the Cuckow poem. I sewed beside him. After dinner he slept I read German, & at the closing in of day went to sit in the Orchard–he came to me, & walked backwards & forwards, we talked about C–Wm repeated the poem to me–I left him there… Continue reading Rather tired with attempting to write…
“Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.“ Samuel Ullman In the current book I’m reading The Power of Slow by Christine Louise Hohlbaum, the author gives sound helpful advice on how to “change… Continue reading A Wrinkling of the Soul
Hello dear friends! If you are ever find yourself overwhelmed with ideas and projects and can’t seem to be as productive as you like, you might really be interested in this free class that is being offered next week by Marney Makridakis, the founder of the creative Web site, ArtellaLand.com. In Discover Wonder Woman’s Greatest Superpower,… Continue reading Free Teleclass Wednesday, March 23rd
HOW SPRING ARRIVES “The very last snow, gritty and cruel as the wrinkles scarred in the corners of a fanatic’s mouth, has disappeared overnight. Eternal winter was merely yesterday.” James Wright (an excerpt from TWO MOMENTS IN ROME) Near the garden fence this morning I see the tulips are breaking through the soil…happy to see… Continue reading Spring is Right Around the Corner
I found this on Twitter this morning…thoughts? comments? I’m pretty sure every creative writing graduate has to answer this question at one time. I did. How did it change your writing once you figured out the reason you write. Lovingly, The Writing Nag
Today is the 100th Anniversary of International Women’s Day! He knew that he heard it, A bird’s cry, at daylight or before, In the early March wind. Wallace Stevens (second stanza of the poem Not Ideas about the Thing but the Thing Itself) We had snow last night…not very much but enough to remind me… Continue reading In the early March wind