Thank you, Lani, you're right, when things are bad, art will get you through. It doesn't matter what it's about,as long as it's done with intent. Think of one of the world's greatest novelists, Miss Jane Austen. Her " one inch bit of ivory"
about" 3 or 4 families in a village" written in between interruptions.
When things are bad, THIS is the moment not to despair, because we don't know what's going to happen, for better or worse. This is the moment to imagine a different future. Or explore horrors in Art, slantwise, as Emily Dickinson ssid.
Thank you. ::sigh:: I…we needed to hear this. I’m so tired-but we can resist with our words. We need to remember that words can become a raging storm. We can get through this together.
Thank you. I needed this. Haven’t written a word—in any format: journaling, essays, fiction—since Tuesday. Two days in and the train wrecked. Today I have a plan to begin putting my cars back on the track. If it has to be done, right now, in angry defiance, then so be it. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I’m still in bed until tomorrow. I’m giving myself time. But the book that has been dormant for a while is shouting to be written, so I’m gonna get on that. Big love. You got this.
Thank you, Lani, you're right, when things are bad, art will get you through. It doesn't matter what it's about,as long as it's done with intent. Think of one of the world's greatest novelists, Miss Jane Austen. Her " one inch bit of ivory"
about" 3 or 4 families in a village" written in between interruptions.
When things are bad, THIS is the moment not to despair, because we don't know what's going to happen, for better or worse. This is the moment to imagine a different future. Or explore horrors in Art, slantwise, as Emily Dickinson ssid.
Thank you. ::sigh:: I…we needed to hear this. I’m so tired-but we can resist with our words. We need to remember that words can become a raging storm. We can get through this together.
I finally feel seen this week. Thank you and I shall write on... love you, my friend.
Love you, too, darling.
Thank you. I needed this. Haven’t written a word—in any format: journaling, essays, fiction—since Tuesday. Two days in and the train wrecked. Today I have a plan to begin putting my cars back on the track. If it has to be done, right now, in angry defiance, then so be it. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I’m still in bed until tomorrow. I’m giving myself time. But the book that has been dormant for a while is shouting to be written, so I’m gonna get on that. Big love. You got this.
We can’t let that orange monster and his cronies shut us up. ❤️
So exactly this. Thank you.
Shelley, my love! So good to see you!
Wonderful, Lani.