This title really says it all. Yesterday, I had a moment of angst. I was hard at work on my book proposal when my laptop

Reading Life through the Greatest of Books
This title really says it all. Yesterday, I had a moment of angst. I was hard at work on my book proposal when my laptop
In No Time to Spare, Le Guin seems to challenge Franklin’s pervasive, pernicious quote that we must “write something worth reading or do something worth writing about.” What is worth reading and writing about? Galaxies, journeys, and revolutions, certainly, but also cats, trees, and eggs. What is worth doing? Imagining different worlds, exploring important questions, and creating magnificent narratives, most definitely, but also caring for pets, cultivating traditions, and cooking breakfasts.
Skimming the stories I loved so, I saw the growth of a writer. Glimmers of the novel I am drafting now and the woman I am becoming shine out in those early pages of limping syntax and predictable plots. Every now and then, a good sentence or single word stands out and says, “There is hope for you yet, Scribbler.”
Expectation: Showing off your stellar vocabulary. Reality: Spending ten minutes trying to remember how to spell “potpourri” because you’re too proud to look it up.
I was inspired this morning as I walked to practice piano for an upcoming recital… this would have been great, had I been inspired to
I took this photo on a sunset run and added the words (surprise! They were not actually fabulous skywriting!) as I was doing some reading