Camille Claudel Google Doodle

The French artist was born on 8 December 1864:

Camille Claudel Google Doodle

The doodle is by artist Ichinori.

[Book Nerd Links] Black Mountain Poets, Yayoi Kusama, Poe House, and Elaine Stritch

Edgar Allan Poe House and Museum (Baltimore, Maryland).

[Intermezzo] When Words Are in Short Supply

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 helps.

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).

Happy dreams!

[Intermezzo] Rainy Days and New Duvets

It’s drizzling. Cool. A haze of rain. Grey. Nonstop. A wall of grey.

Haven’t stepped foot outside since the last sunset. Don’t plan on breaking this chain. Not today. Today my will is adamantine. Hard as a scimitar. Laziness, my chosen luxury. 

Furthermore…

Someone else brought a package in, retrieved the mail. All junk, anyway. Glad I didn’t waste those fifteen seconds. Time spent under a new duvet is precious, irretrievable. Pushing it off is forsaking a cloud in favor of the gutter.

Furthermore…

Tea doesn’t steep through telekinesis. Mugs aren’t self-sugaring. Spoons do not come with ‘automatic stirring’ buttons.

Furthermore…

Books exist to be read. Aged pages feel good when rubbed between fingers, the scent produced intoxicating.

It’s drizzling. Cool. A haze of rain. Grey. Nonstop. A wall of grey.

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Rain on the River by George Bellows (1908). Collection: Rhode Island School of Design Museum. Public Domain.