Came across this book today…
I was so busy over the weekend, that I didn’t get around to wishing my favorite hometown boy a happy birthday. He was born on 8 December 1894, right here in Columbus.
Here’s a link to my article about the Thurber House (which I now live very close to, incidentally).
“We tell ourselves stories in order to live.”–The White Album
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.”
“I am a writer. Imagining what someone would say or do comes to me as naturally as breathing.”–The Year of Magical Thinking
Thanks for the recommendation, Gigi from Rethinking Life!
Today’s tea: PG tips (not shown)
Today’s cuppa: Earl Grey.
- Inside the Last Occupied Apartments of the Chelsea Hotel [THE NEW YORK TIMES STYLE MAGAZINE]
- Reading Beyond the Wall: 7 Acclaimed Books About and From East Germany [LIT HUB]
- Kurt Vonnegut’s Advice for the Impatient Writer [LIT HUB]
- ‘The Movie Musical!’ Is A Symphony In Praise Of The ‘Razzmatazz’ Of The Genre [NPR]
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:
Yesterday’s Google Doodle was in honor of Sylvia Plath’s 87th birthday. The gorgeous art is by Sophie Diao.