List of books on #horror cinema to read for my, uh, potential article? thesis? on the evolution of violence in horror.
Ocean City fishing pier at sunset. #newjersey
Is that I am simply too busy. My hands are covered in mod podge and yarn, crafts in between crafts and writing. So much creation.
The only thing I love more is seeing people smile when I give it all away.
I read for pleasure, and that is the moment I learn the most.
Margaret Atwood (via doubledaybooks)
Many people love good bookstores, but writers? We lose our heads over them. We tell stories about them. We form lifelong attachments to our favorites. We do not hate e-books—well, okay, some of us do—but we owe our careers, at least my generation of writers do, to the great independents, so many of them long gone now.
Richard Russo on the shop where he fell in love with reading. Read the whole article on Parade.com.
And so, at least symbolically, the blood of Eve courses through each one of her daughters’ veins. We are each associated with life; each subject to the impossible expectations and cruel projections of men; each fallen, blamed, and misunderstood; and each stubbornly vital to the process of bringing something new—perhaps something better—into this world…
We are each an Eve.
Rachel Held Evans, A Year of Biblical Womanhood
Salvador Dali with a Jenny Haniver
Mermaid Devil Fish
[While reading we can] Stop, reread, look up explanatory and supporting materials and then pick up the conversation where it left off. We can mull over a line until we see its worth. We can add our own perceptions, questions, and applications. We can disagree, attack, defend. In short, we can take part in the Great Conversation of humanity.
Donald G. Smith, Modern British Literature
Script done, images done. Now to voice over. What does it mean to be a writer today?