Happy Belated Birthday, James Thurber!

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).

GO HERE TO FIND OUT WHY 2019 IS THE YEAR OF THURBER

Here Are Three Joan Didion Quotes in Honor of Her Birthday

“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

[Book Nerd Links] The Chelsea Hotel, East Germany, Kurt Vonnegut, and Movie Musicals

[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!