I’m finally getting my new writing studio put together. As most of you know, our recent (okay, it was two+ months ago) move was ridiculous and awful. Unpacking things in my studio was pretty much at the bottom of the list. Better late than never, though. Here’s a partial view of the area above my desk.
Inspo
“If there is a magic in story writing, and I am convinced there is, no one has ever been able to reduce it to a recipe that can be passed from one person to another.”–John Steinbeck
John Steinbeck (November 1939)
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!
“A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.”–Edgar Allan Poe
Yesterday’s Google Doodle was in honor of Sylvia Plath’s 87th birthday. The gorgeous art is by Sophie Diao.
Sylvia Plath Google Doodle. Art by Sophie Diao.
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.
Hey all! Please accept my apologies for my (totally unintentional) protracted absence from ASPL. Life got in the way (working, vacation, moving, and computer problems…mostly the latter, really).
We’re in our new rental house. Yay! I’m typing these words on a brand new laptop. Double yay!
What does this mean for ASPL? Daily posting. Again. FINALLY!
Here is the promised Mary Cassatt painting. It’s a repeat, but a favorite. Enjoy.
Five O’Clock Tea by Mary Cassatt (1880). Museum of Fine Arts, Boston. Public Domain.
See you tomorrow, you lovely, patient people.
Here’s what my hometown boy had to say about art:
“Art–the one achievement of man which has made the long trip up from all fours seem well advised.”–James Thurber
