Gain Access to Other Worlds Previously Unimaginable

I have been watching so many speeches lately b/c of the presidential election, but this has to be one of the best written/preformed speeches I have ever seen.

You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, you’ll wish that you had a transgender sister to love and protect…

“We became acutely aware of the preciousness of anonymity — understanding it as a form of virginity, something you only lose once. Anonymity allows you access to civic space, to a form of participation in public life, to an egalitarian invisibility that neither of us wanted to give up…

 

“ I wrote about the way that knowledge had an actual materiality not unlike the materiality of a ladder that could be used to gain access to places and worlds that were previously unimaginable…

 

“If I can be that person for someone else [pause, applause] then the sacrifice of my private civic life may have value. I know I am also here because of the strength and courage and love that I am blessed to receive from my wife, my family and my friends. And in this way I hope to offer their love in the form of my materiality to a project like this one started by the HRC, so that this world that we imagine in this room might be used to gain access to other rooms, to other worlds previously unimaginable…

 

Bravo, Lana Wachowski!

Stepping Away to Let Ideas Mature

“There is much to be said in favour of laying a work aside to mature; for one thing it gives the judgment time to operate; the mind is able to return to the work from time to time with a fresh outlook; and check it from many different angles. It follows also that if new ideas are to be set aside to develop and newly finished works left to ‘mature,’ there must be several things on had at the same time in various stages of development. The continuity of attention is purposely shorted and interrupted partly on account of the rest this gives.”

This time, I am not going to apologize for the lack of blogging, because I have actually been spending all of my free time WRITING my book :) I can’t believe that I can say that I just hit the 65,000 word mark and have finished the first draft of part I.

I read these quotes a few days ago from, An Anatomy of Inspiration, 1942 by Rosamond E.M. Harding, (via Brainpickings) and it inspired me and helped my justify taking a break. So, I am going to spend the next week dropping the self-inflicted pressure to write new chapters, to see some shows, do some edits and most importantly re-read the first 65,000 words as a unified part. I’ll also try and post more here!

“The true nolvelist, poet, musician, or artist is really a discoverer. Ideas –the theme of a plot, a poem, a picture, a theme of music– come to him as a gift. The idea, ‘the seed-corn’ as Brahms called it, he allows to develop naturally. There may come a point where is branched in one or many directions; he is free at this point to follow one or other. And is is here and here only that the judgement or choice of the true artist is in much the same position as a gardener growing prize rose trees, who in order to produce beautiful roses lops off unwanted shoots and suckers.”

 

Girly Weekend, East Hampton Style!

Caitlyn and I took off to the Hampton’s for the weekend.  We’re such rebels, we had to go the weekend BEFORE Memorial Day.  My travel has been so epic the last couple of years, I forgot how nice it can be to just jump on a train for a couple of hours to get out of NYC and be somewhere amazing before we even finish our obligatory gossip catch-up.

Girly weekends are the best – highlights include validating my current obsession with Katy Perry, a mountain of BBQ Tofu from Babette’s, debates about the latest YA releases, in depth discussions on the next characters in the Treadwell Academy Novels (don’t ask, I’ll never tell!), my writing class, the good, bad and the ugly of HBO’s new series, Girls, a gallery show of gigantic cake sculptures and of course, shopping…

My future fixer-uper dream house!

The best part of the trip was finding a copy of Veronica Roth’s, Insurgent, to purchase!  I preordered it ages ago from Amazon (shame on me) and it was supposed to ship out weeks ago and it’s still on backorder (hello, isn’t that the point of a pre-order?).  So thanks to Insurgent, my train ride home won’t include post-vaca let down :)

Sometimes the best inspiration is getting away from the daily grind.

xo

PS If you haven’t read, The Rock Star’s Daughter, download it, NOW!  Because it’s amazing and because it’s the #1 free book on Amazon’s teen romance list.

PPS I bet anything that Caitlyn and I are blogging about this at the exact same time ^-^

Obsession: Vanessa Paradis

Do you ever start writing listening to a particular record and find yourself needing to listen to the same record over and over again to keep the flow?

I listened to Vanessa Paradis ALL WEEKEND!

<3

I saw you walk down the street 
With some other girl 
Always thought that I was the only one in your world 
Baby can you tell me so 
Out of sight out of mind ain’t what love ought to be 
And I hoped all the time that you’d be faithful to me 
Faithful to me 

All I’m asking you for when you walk out the door 
Is to be my baby, baby 
I just want to be sure 
That forever and more 
You would be my baby 

Love is just like a flower baby it has to grow 
And when you are away I’m even loving you more 
I just have to let you know 
One on one is the way and that’s the way it should be 
So if you’re not gonna stay 
The don’t be playing with me 
You can set me free 

All I’m asking you for when you walk out the door 
Is to be my baby, baby 
‘Cause all this love is for you 
And you know that I’m true 
And I’ll be your baby 

All I’m asking you for when you walk out the door 
Is to be my baby, baby 
‘Cause you knew from the start 
That you were working my heart 
Won’t you be my baby 

I remember our walk the other Saturday night 
Sweet harmonies filled and floated through our minds 
Never felt this way before 
We were riding so high an love and understanding 
So why go wasting your time when you have got such a find 
That is everlasting 

All I’m asking you for when you walk out the door 
Is to be my baby, baby 
I just want to be sure 
That forever and more 
You would be my baby 

All I’m asking you for when you walk out the door 
Is to be my baby, baby 
‘Cause all this love is for you and you know 
That I’m true 
And I’ll be your baby 
And I want you to love me baby.

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