Brain Like a Sponge

“They ran their heads very hard against wrong ideas, and persisted in trying to fit the circumstances to the ideas instead of trying to extract ideas from the circumstances.” ~ Charles Dickens

“We are all failures- at least the best of us are.”  ~ J. M. Barrie

“To each there comes in their lifetime a special moment when they are figuratively tapped on the shoulder and offered the chance to do a very special thing, unique to them and fitted to their talents. What a tragedy if that moment finds them unprepared or unqualified for that which could have been their finest hour.”  ~ Winston Churchill

“For a seer, I was remarkably obtuse.” ~ Geraldine Brooks

Mmmm, coffee. And the early morning creature comforts are just right – the coffee in the cup on my desk and the creature laying on my lap. The outside air is vividly cold, hanging tight around 10º. The night sky black and clear; Moon bright and softly singing a silent song. That’s where my heart is at today, in the flow of a mysterious melody flowing forth from the Moon. To the east it’s Jupiter and Venus in a sweet pas de deux. All things considered, it is a good day. That where my heart is at. My head, however, is only partially there. Dag nab it I gotta go to work. As per usual I come here to flex my writer’s chops for a bit before I have a shower. Lately the writer stuff is being drawn toward the novel. It is dawning on me what a big task it is, and exactly how prepared am I for the task. I’ve got a fair amount of reading to do before too long. What I want to do is to read some respectable writers commenting on what it takes to write a novel, or how it feels. Not “what to do” or “how to”. I’m pretty sure it was Ray Bradbury who called his brain a sponge. He would soak up as much information as possible then squeeze it to see what comes out. I like the idea of squeezing my brain. Writing the novel is going to be fun. It already is fun. But it is hard work. I suppose it is alright to work hard as long as you don’t makes hard work out of it. Ciao.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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