“Do not stop thinking of life as an adventure. You have no security unless you can think bravely, excitingly, imaginatively; unless you can choose a challenge instead of competence.” –Eleanor Roosevelt ( The Autobiography of Eleanor Roosevelt)
Shared for the last nine words of the quote.
Eleanor Roosevelt (20 July 1933).
We got our first snow of the season a couple of days ago, which is early around here. Ugh. I prefer artistic representations of snow over the real thing.
First Snow by Robert Koehler (circa 1895).
I have a cold and am exhausted. Still unpacking from the move. My studio remains a work in progress. Too many unopened boxes. Need a new (gargantuan) bookcase. Art is wrapped in Kraft paper.
My feet are cold (literally).
Tea always helps.
(Does it for you?)
Decided to suck it up and add to today’s NaNoWriMo word count anyway.
108 good little soldiers.
Better than nothing, right?
Until tomorrow, I have the laziest of intentions:
Sweet Repose by Victor Gilbert (circa 1880).
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Since it’s that time of (my) day…
Tea by James Tissot (1872). Collection: The Met. Public Domain.
I’m drinking Earl Grey. You?
“A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.”–Edgar Allan Poe