inspiration
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“Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness.” –George Orwell. Though I’ve seen this quote many times before, it’s only just now that it truly strikes a chord with me. I stumbled upon it in a recent post over at Invisible Ink, and I just had to…
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Anyone who also has me as a friend on Facebook has probably noticed that I have what I happily declare as an “ART DAY!!!” just about every Thursday. Lately, my job has been scheduling me fairly consistently (unheard of in retail!), which includes Thursdays free, which is fabulous, because Thursday is the one day that…
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One of the most notable after-effects of a trip to the Art Institute is that it never fails to inspire me to try my hand at art again. Now, writing has always been an obvious choice for me. I love it, I’m fairly good at it, I can’t imagine doing anything else with my life.…
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Yesterday, I gifted myself with a membership to the Art Institute of Chicago, one of my most favorite places in the world. It was surprisingly affordable, and I intend to take advantage of the membership on most of my days off from work. Like today. Shortly, I’ll be bundling up against the cold and making…
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Last night, I realized that I’ve been reading an awful lot of political fantasy lately. I’ve got Melanie Rawn’s The Ruins of Ambrai for one, Terry Pratchett’s The Truth for another, and, most influential of all, George R. R. Martin’s A Feast for Crows, which is easily the most political of the Song of Ice…
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As I am writing this, it is obscenely early. Well, not obscenely. It’s only an hour before I usually wake up but, an hour ago, three o’clock in the AM, it was obscenely early. However, I had slipped out of sleep and into a state of restless wakefulness and, in honor of the idea that…
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So, remember my buddy Erasmus and what he had to say about the desire to write growing with writing? Well, these stories in my head, they are like limes: Lately, especially today, after a freak storm with hail and lightning and possibly cows flung through the air at an alarming rate sent me home from…
L.S. Engler 