“A writer’s notebook is not a diary. Writers react. Writers need a place to record these reactions. That’s what a writer’s notebook is for. It gives you a place to write down what makes you angry or sad or amazed, to write down what you noticed and don’t want to forget. A writer’s notebook gives you a place to live like a writer.” - Ralph Fletcher
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Unemployed Summer Planning: poetry and/or prose
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It seems to me I’ve let myself be dominated by ‘authorities’ for too long.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
(Source: The Atlantic)
Someone asked me once what it is that compels me to write. My answer came out before I could couch it with platitudes, and before I could hide it under a veil of arrogance: “It’s the only thing I’ve ever done that I completely suck at.” It’s true. I am a truly crappy writer. Thankfully, most days, the only one who knows that is me.
Lisa Mason
(Source: writerlisamason.com)
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(Source: facebook.com)
People talk about how tough earlier generations had it, and I for one have no clue how to plow a field. But challenges simply mutate according to the demands of the day. I may be worthless with crop rotation, but I’d like to see a pioneer woman take a left-hand turn at a busy intersection while reading a suggestive text from the guy who is currently making her heart pound. Or, because we all know that’s a terrible idea, I would like to see her take that left turn and not read that text message from the guy. The internal fortitude it requires not to cave in to these seductions on a minute-to-minute basis? Massive.
We should be conscious of the irreducible complexity of each life the war touched.
Christian Appy, Working Class War
(Source: uncpress.unc.edu)
I learned, by bitter experience, to hold my tongue; I learned to sit in silence, and even smile, when actually I was foaming at the mouth. I learned to shake hands and say how do you do to all these innocent-looking friends who were only waiting for me to sit down in order to suck my blood.
Henry Miller
(Source: charlesbivona.com)
I was lonely in a word of things lit up by phosphorescent flashes of cruelty.
Henry Miller
(Source: charlesbivona.com)
