Days like this reveal
why we need a unicorn
and a rainbow too!

Oh, the world’s crazy
the expectations too high
Deep breath in and out.

why are you yelling?
why direct anger to me?
we can both be nice.

Just started reading If You Want To Write, A Book about Art, Independence and Spirit by Brenda Ueland. I’m about 20 or so pages into it. This is from one of the first footnotes:

Whenever I say “writing” in this book I also mean anything that you love and want to do or to make. It may be a six-act tragedy in blank verse, it may be dressmaking or acrobatics, or inventing a new system of double entry book-keeping. But you must be sure that your imagination and love are behind it, that you are not working just from grim resolution, i.e., to make money or impress people.

and then, from page nineteen:

…Van Gogh… said in his letter something like this: “It is so beautiful I must show you how it looks.” And then on his cheap ruled note paper, he made the most beautiful, tender, little drawing of it.

When I read this letter of Van Gogh’s it comforted me very much Continue reading →

Many people know this sonnet by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, I’d guess not everyone knows the story behind it:

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Caught up with a little missing sleep, got some coffee into me, so it’s time to wish all family and friends a Happy Valentine’s Day. Thanks for all the love and support and hope your day and year is filled with the same.

The NaNoWriMo folks sent out a message:

Your novel’s been through a lot. It’s spent the last months being red-penned, or hidden away. If you wrote it a love poem, how might it go?

and here’s my reply:

where did you come from,
story spun out of my heart?
we will meet again.

February 4th 2001 was the start of this blog so:

HAPPY BLOGIVERSARY!

That is all. Yeah yeah I know that was last week.

Yeah. I really stink at remembering some dates. But you know what? I’ve been at this for a super-long time…