If you’re a lover of old books like me, you may find that modern literature doesn’t often make it onto your reading lists. Here’s why it should.
Tag: writers life
The writer at his desk is surrounded by crumpled failed drafts, stacks of newspapers and books. He is disheveled, eccentric, misanthropic. In all honesty, I find the image quite noble. Growing up, I wanted to be that person. I wanted the intense focus; the seclusive nature- the endless quiet, save birds and music. I wanted
Not only do I write in books, I love writing in books. Some of you are, without a doubt, putting your hands to your chest and sighing a yes. Some of you are making ugly faces. Tell me, which one are you? One of my favorite activities is to skim the pages of my books
Being a parent means the window seat will never be yours again.
Not long ago, I shared that I had gone to the used bookstore and brought home a new bundle of book babies. They’ve been getting cozy, and now I’d like to show them to you all. I have one or two copies of Robinson Crusoe already, but I couldn’t resist the raised texture of the
So while others have had shorter lives than mine and faster rises in readership, I accept anf respect the time that it took to get here.
I’ve taken to writing in my underwear. It’s damned liberating. This past week, I’ve been doing my writing in one of these. The IKEA Poang chair is the best thing that has happened to my body in a very long time aside from my bike. Whenever I come up with something really good, I lean
There’s a part of me that likes to see a high number in my drafts folder. There’s something soothing about not having to start from scratch. Knowing that something is needing you in order to feel whole, quite frankly, feels good. You therapists out there can analyze me if you like.
Hello everyone. I just lost something really big. I wrote about 2 paragraphs additions to a blog post that I was working on in my Drafts. I’m usually competent enough technically to resolve issues like this. But I can’t find what could of happened to it. It’s just gone, and all that remains is the