Have I mentioned that ideas for book 5 are brewing with my morning coffee?
I'm feeling excitement for what it might become... enough excitement... that I'm pretty sure it won't get tossed and forgotten with the used tea bag that's currently in my mug.
Today's quote from Jay Armstrong really nudged my thinking.
Does early attention have the potential to be the kiss of death?
A throat slitter of creative spirit?
All of the
"I love it!" or...
"I hate it!"
feeding and/or poisoning
the ego
who then puts one's soul's desire back into the closet?
I like that you referenced Jay’s post from this morning. While he lives with a progressively debilitating brain disorder, his focus was exclusively on the emotional and attitudinal aspects of being a writer. “Our thoughts can be our own worst enemy,” is what I heard.
My thoughts today are provoked! Of course, in a good way. Your porcupine post card is delightful. Did you snag one from the woods to pose in your studio? Henny may well have objected I suppose. 🤔
From my customary 3MM forced search I learned that Josh Billings (a pen name) was regarded as second only to Mark Twain (another pen name) for his 19th century writing of humor. Are the water-colorable post cards made with quotes like today’s?
Perhaps intentionally 😉 I detected a tone of confidence embellished with each Muse’s personality. Must be contagious.
Buddha’s quote reminded me of the person who penned Poise! Sometimes the strength of a great tree comes from its roots.
I added the quote to a digital scan of the postcard using an app called Mematic. Pretty awesome that we can do such things?! And! That I've taught myself how to do all of that. 😂
Gardeners know that well-rooted plants are hardy.
And since humans are part of nature, does it seem possible that the same is true for us? The trick is patience? Establishing a healthy base of roots before growing too tall?
In full agreement! A few years back I attended “tomato growing college” at my fav nursery & gardening supplies store. The steps consisted of digging a hole more than a foot deep. Then plucking off all leaves on the plant excepting the top most ones. Next, after filling the deep hole half way with rich organic soil, the plant got planted up to those remaining leaves. After attaining new height, more leaf nipping and soil adding occurred. When the leafy top exceeded the ground level, another few nips with more soil was the culmination with forming a “berm” around the plant’s stem.
I-Have-Never-Seen-So-Many-Tomatoes on one plant. My friend and I selected an array of types, all of which prospered. With unbelievable flavor! I checked the plants when adding soil and discovered a multitude of fine root hairs developing in every direction.
Which returns us to the rooty origins of this account. 😊
“The nut of this tree is hung high aloft, wrapped in a silk wrapper, which is enclosed in a case of sole leather, which again is packed in a mass of shock absorbing, vermin proof pulp, sealed up in a waterproof, ironwood case, and finally cased in a vegetable porcupine of spines, almost impregnable. There is no nut so protected; there is no nut in our woods to compare with it as food. What is a Chesnut?”
A note from LoveLetterist:
Have I mentioned that ideas for book 5 are brewing with my morning coffee?
I'm feeling excitement for what it might become... enough excitement... that I'm pretty sure it won't get tossed and forgotten with the used tea bag that's currently in my mug.
Today's quote from Jay Armstrong really nudged my thinking.
Does early attention have the potential to be the kiss of death?
A throat slitter of creative spirit?
All of the
"I love it!" or...
"I hate it!"
feeding and/or poisoning
the ego
who then puts one's soul's desire back into the closet?
I like that you referenced Jay’s post from this morning. While he lives with a progressively debilitating brain disorder, his focus was exclusively on the emotional and attitudinal aspects of being a writer. “Our thoughts can be our own worst enemy,” is what I heard.
Jay is a huge inspiration! :)
My thoughts today are provoked! Of course, in a good way. Your porcupine post card is delightful. Did you snag one from the woods to pose in your studio? Henny may well have objected I suppose. 🤔
From my customary 3MM forced search I learned that Josh Billings (a pen name) was regarded as second only to Mark Twain (another pen name) for his 19th century writing of humor. Are the water-colorable post cards made with quotes like today’s?
Perhaps intentionally 😉 I detected a tone of confidence embellished with each Muse’s personality. Must be contagious.
Buddha’s quote reminded me of the person who penned Poise! Sometimes the strength of a great tree comes from its roots.
No live porcupines in the studio. 😂
I added the quote to a digital scan of the postcard using an app called Mematic. Pretty awesome that we can do such things?! And! That I've taught myself how to do all of that. 😂
Gardeners know that well-rooted plants are hardy.
And since humans are part of nature, does it seem possible that the same is true for us? The trick is patience? Establishing a healthy base of roots before growing too tall?
In full agreement! A few years back I attended “tomato growing college” at my fav nursery & gardening supplies store. The steps consisted of digging a hole more than a foot deep. Then plucking off all leaves on the plant excepting the top most ones. Next, after filling the deep hole half way with rich organic soil, the plant got planted up to those remaining leaves. After attaining new height, more leaf nipping and soil adding occurred. When the leafy top exceeded the ground level, another few nips with more soil was the culmination with forming a “berm” around the plant’s stem.
I-Have-Never-Seen-So-Many-Tomatoes on one plant. My friend and I selected an array of types, all of which prospered. With unbelievable flavor! I checked the plants when adding soil and discovered a multitude of fine root hairs developing in every direction.
Which returns us to the rooty origins of this account. 😊
Hmmm… I’m really enjoying this metaphor! 🍅 And anticipating my next vine ripe, warm from the sun tomato.
🕳️🐇
“The nut of this tree is hung high aloft, wrapped in a silk wrapper, which is enclosed in a case of sole leather, which again is packed in a mass of shock absorbing, vermin proof pulp, sealed up in a waterproof, ironwood case, and finally cased in a vegetable porcupine of spines, almost impregnable. There is no nut so protected; there is no nut in our woods to compare with it as food. What is a Chesnut?”
~Luis de Camoes
Thank you Bobby! I did indeed jump into the hole this time.
https://tacf.org/the-american-chestnut/history-american-chestnut/
There was a chestnut tree on my block when I was child. The nuts were a source of exploration and play.