“I have advice for people who want to write. I don’t care whether they’re 5 or 500. There are three things that are important: First, if you want to write, you need to keep an honest, unpublishable journal that nobody reads, nobody but you. Where you just put down what you think about life, what you think about things, what you think is fair and what you think is unfair. And second, you need to read. You can’t be a writer if you’re not a reader. It’s the great writers who teach us how to write. The third thing is to write. Just write a little bit every day. Even if it’s for only half an hour — write, write, write.”—
“I think if you are really into words and poetry and situations of life, there is always a little kiss of sadness on everything you do… It’s just the kind of person who I am. I always look carefully beneath the outward appearance of things. I want to know what’s really going on in somebody’s heart.”—Stevie Nicks (via tulletulle)
“There are three kinds of book owners. The first has all the standard sets and best sellers—unread, untouched. (This deluded individual owns woodpulp and ink, not books.) The second has a great many books—a few of them read through, most of them dipped into, but all of them as clean and shiny as the day they were bought. (This person would probably like to make books his own, but is restrained by a false respect for their physical appearance.) The third has a few books or many—every one of them dogeared and dilapidated, shaken and loosened by continual use, marked and scribbled from front to back. (This man owns books.)”—
Hot as flock today. Egg hunt in 90 degree weather while chugging bottled water and hoping most of the prize eggs are hidden under the shade trees.
For those of you who don’t live in the South, here’s how it goes.
January - March: Raincoat and umbrella.
April - May: Shorts and Flip flops
June - September: Find a deep freezer and climb in because it’s hotter than Hades anywhere else.
October - Jacket and jeans.
November - December: Burn up in our fluffy coats and scarves because we desperately want to feel like it’s winter even though it barely gets below 60. The year before last we ate Christmas dinner on the verandah at my aunt’s house because it was so hot in the house since the air conditioner had broken.
Last year was legendary. Usually in Georgia if a single snow flake falls from the heavens everything shuts down. Schools close, wives call their husbands to come pick them up from work in the 4x4, and every store in the county sells out of bread and milk before the snowflake even hits the ground. But last Christmas, myths came true. Not only did it snow, it snowed on Christmas Day, and we got almost nine inches of the stuff! Magical!
Today was one of those days when all you want to do was sit on the porch drinking tea and swapping stories about past holidays, which is what we did after all the eggs were found. I even scored a money egg this year and I’ve never done that. It was worth poking in the dogwoods and climbing the wisteria. And not a single egg was fried by the sun. So all in all, a very good Easter.
So I logged onto facebook and there are three status updates on my feed, all of which mention they have an “angle” watching over them, or are praying to “angles” for loved ones. That’s a nice thought but this is what popped into my head:
“Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her.”—
“A writer’s problem does not change. He himself changes and the world he lives in changes but his problem remains the same. It is always how to write truly and having found what is true, to project it in such a way that it becomes part of the experience of the person who reads it.”—Ernest Hemingway (via petitefeministe)
I bake cakes from home, mostly as a hobby but one day I might open my own bakery. I don’t know. Dreams change all the time and I’ve got so many that I don’t know what to do with them. At this point I am focusing mainly on my writing. Cakes are something I fell into by accident. Books have been with me my whole life and I’m going to be faithful to my first love. I have posted a couple of pics of cakes here on this blog, and occasionally I’ll post some fan pics, but I really wanted to keep this one for books and writing mostly.
Anyway, I started up a cake blog so that I could indulge my love of all things cakey. Right now it’s just got my own cakes but that could change. I am finding all kinds of lovely and creative cakes all over tumblr and I’m pretty inspired by them, just as I am by all the wonderful book blogs I’ve seen.
“Few pleasures, for the true reader, rival the pleasure of browsing unhurriedly among books: old books, new books, library books, other people’s books, one’s own books—it does not matter whose or where. Simply to be among books, glancing at one here, reading a page from one over there, enjoying them all as objects to be touched, looked at, even smelt, is a deep satisfaction. And often, very often, while browsing haphazardly, looking for nothing in particular, you pick up a volume that suddenly excites you, and you know that this one of all the others you must read. Those are great moments—and the books we come across like that are often the most memorable.”—Aidan Chambers (via bookoasis)