“Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind.” Catherine Drinker Bowen
Image from my friend’s blog. You can explore–he has wonderful images and writes beautiful poetry. Wide Eyed Wanderer.
Today, I’m listening to Rasputina. Laura from Mad Below My Feet blogged about them today. Alternative, moody, cello rock. Gotta love it!
Had a breakthrough of creativity last night and stayed up way too late. Ever get to a place where the story is gelling at a rate faster than you can get it out? It’s kind of exciting, painful and exhausting at the same time? Causes severe writer’s hangover?? And worth every second, eh?