Writing is like breathing, it's possible to learn to do it well, but the point is to do it no matter what. Julia Cameron, The Right to Write: An Invitation and Initiation into the Writing Life See this is what happens. You have a routine, things are getting done, progress is being made, and then—boom!—Christmas
The greatest wealth is to live content with little. ~ Plato I went to the Dollar Store yesterday and was reminded, immediately, of the many reasons why I don’t go to the Dollar Store. I haven’t been there since this time last year when I was hunting for a cryptogram puzzle book with my granddaughter.
There are few nicer things than sitting up in bed, drinking strong tea, and reading. ~ Alan Clark Except, perhaps, sitting up in bed, drinking strong soy-milk-frothy coffee, and writing: my delicious regular morning ritual. I’m just back from the prairie where I’ve been reimagining something that happened there a lifetime ago, tapping out words
There is still no cure for the common birthday. ~John Glenn It’s Gerry’s birthday today—seven perfect tens. This man is generous and always has an encouraging word. He thinks about the other person before himself. He has a heart for serving and will throw himself in wherever he sees something that needs doing, never waiting to
We turn to stories and pictures and music because they show us who and what and why we are, and what our relationship is to life and death, what is essential, and what, despite the arbitrariness of falling beams, will not burn. ~ Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet If you’re not paying attention they
All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time. ~ Ernest Hemingway Words: the first thing that come to my conscious mind when I wake for the second time this morning. Words, and the truth that they nourish and sustain me. I wake, first, too early even
I write only when inspiration strikes. Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o'clock sharp. ~ W. Somerset Maugham For me it’s usually between four and five in the morning. Sometimes I come to the page my mind awhirl with thoughts and words and the strongest desire to wrestle them into something with meaning. Sometimes—often—I come