Battling depression with fruit and cheese. (why are all my instagrams fruit?) (Taken with instagram)
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
–Gary Provost (via qmsd)
We have to re-blog, it is our life he is saying. All of it. Like blueberry, ginger, coconut smoothies.
(via giddybombs)
Via lauren zuniga
When I returned from being out on Friday, my students had decorated my bulletin board with these. Not gonna lie, I cried a little. (Taken with instagram)
For about 24 hours there has been a new hole in my head. Welcome to my body, little cartilage piercing. You are a metaphor. (Taken with instagram)
This is a joke about the most recent update of QUILTBAG, an online webcomic. This is not an indication of how I feel whatsoever, k?
Last day with the sixth graders. I wrote them a poem and they got really excited about it. They all asked their teacher to make them copies. Heart = warmed. (Taken with instagram)
About Me
"A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction." -Virginia Woolf
