A few months ago, I was sitting in the hammock on my porch, trying to read, and being rather unsuccessful. I was also trying to write about where my brain was currently at, in an attempt to organize it I guess, but was also being rather unsuccessful.
I consider it a major accomplishment when a book manages to bring tears to my eyes. I think of it as a good thing. A very good thing, for that matter, because it means the writer got me to care deeply about the characters Continue reading
It’s just one of those days again. An Inkheart day. That’s my rainy day go-to book, but only the good rainy days, mind you. And by good rainy days I mean the kind of days described in the opening chapter of that book. Something about it has a folded up mix of warmth and comfort, yet excitement (like an adventure could not be too far away) rolling off the pages in waves as Meggie looks up from the book she keeps under her pillow and sees Dustfinger standing outside in the rain.
It’s hot and humid outside today with rain falling in sheets that make that funny sound on Continue reading
“You may have tangible wealth untold,
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold;
Richer than I you can never be
I had parents who read to me.”
– S. Gilliland Continue reading
Concentrate. I keep telling myself that.
I’ve got a dissertation to research, chapters in my current creative writing project to write, and a stack of library books on my nightstand that is growing faster than I can read them. So what am I doing? Checking Continue reading