Via The Writer’s Almanac: You never know what you’ll want to write until it starts writing itself in your head. — Jill Ker Conway
Rear-view The way ahead is before me and the road behind is in front of me too a small slice of my forward view. By glancing up I see the retreating way, a preview of the path home The way … Continue reading →
Just dash something down if you see a blank canvas staring at you with a certain imbecility. You do not know how paralyzing it is, that staring of a blank canvas which says to the painter: you don’t know anything. … Continue reading →
For kicks tonight, I thought I’d try one of the compression packs I got awhile ago. One thing I learned during last year’s trip (right after – don’t over pack!) was that having to repack your jumbled up stuff all … Continue reading →
When using colors to recreate a general harmony of tones in nature, one loses it by painfully exact imitation. One keeps it by recreating in an equivalent color range, and that may not be exactly, or far from exactly, like … Continue reading →
Any book that helps a child to form a habit of reading, to make reading one of his deep and continuing needs, is good for him.
