Sweet Sounds of Vintage Typing in the Form of an App

One genius of a creative developed an app that emanates the sound of, dare I say it, a real typewriter.

The Beauty of a Fresh Book Photo

When I came across this book photo on prettybooks’ tumblr blog, I fell into instant meditation (assuming one can drool and pine while meditating) and instant love. There is something most special about a new thick paperback that denotes a passion in people that can come from nothing else. It’s the senses that are stirred, the

Abe Books Video Library Series Offers Up Book Stuffs and Coctails

Chances are if you’re a writer, you love to read and you love books and you love words. Listening to other book lovers, avid readers, and book experts, is entertaining, fills us with ongoing knowledge, reminds us of things we may have forgotten, and inspires us to read and to write. Here’s a bit about one resource that has been a wonderful distraction for those down-time moments when I want to fill myself with book stuffs, book people, and book places, without actually reading or writing.

The Disappointed Book

What happens to a book that’s been gifted, throughout one year’s time? I came across this short video that offers a creative view into the life of one such red book, and simply shows the natural process that many books tend to go through.

The life of this book has its ups and downs, it is not an overly emotional or exaggerated life. It changes

Finding Inspiration on tumblr.

One of my favorite blogging communities to find great photos and peeks at cool stuff I wouldn’t normally come across is tumblr. I especially love the combination of visual and printed art that people find or come up with.

I’m the kind of writer that loves visual inspiration. I’ve found that most writers are. Art forms can also offer a nice break, and a revitalization of the right brain and emotional aspect of writing.

Having a specific niche and a niche name for yourself on “tumblr.” is helpful, especially if you plan on having

Writers Represented: Elizabeth Gilbert, Focus on Writer's Block

Steve Bertrand interviewed writer Elizabeth Gilbert, and the topics that were discussed invoked questions that could be asked to each of us of ourselves. Topics like: Writers block or done for good? How does our psychological state effect our writing? How are writer’s block, psychological state, inspiration, and voice interconnected? Frieda Babbley explores these issues and offers a deeper look and great advice.

Writers Represented: Maya Angelou

It may not be often, but authors do reach celebrity status. I am ever thankful for authors that change the way I view the world, others, or myself. There are certain authors, like Maya Angelou that have been in the hearts of many for reasons that go beyond their incredible words and storytelling. These are the ones we tend to know the most. We love them. And we feel as though we know them because in many ways

A Little Girl's Fashion Faux Pas

This morning I enjoyed a very warm cup of tea , (Ahhh and Yum and perfect for getting the day on it’s way.) My favorite brand: Twinings! My favorite flavor: today it is Earl Grey, with a dash of milk.

While enjoying my tea, I spent some time reading some new blogs by my new cyber friend, J A S. (Good morning to you by the way!)

I had a girlish laugh at his blog entitled, “There will always be…”. It reminded me of a long ago time, when I was four years old and everyone was asleep and the sun was just waking up.

I had a favorite doll with fair plastic skin and blonde synthetic hair. In the 70’s one was hard pressed to find a doll with anything but (fair skin and blonde hair). I myself had brunette hair. Quite long, with ringlets at the ends, and usually put in braids to keep it from knotting.

For a very long time I had wanted my doll’s blonde hair, if only for a moment. On this particular morning I was overcome with envy and armed with scissors and glue. Crouched behind the couch in the living room, I began the transplant.

Snip! I had separated a nice chunk of golden hair. Snip! I had separated a nice chunk of auburn braid. And now for the trade off. Putting down the scissors, I grabbed for the glue. Elmer’s All Purpose, with the blue and white label. Stronger than the Elmer’s school glue, I hoped it would hold well. It would take some time to dry, but I was prepared to wait.

What could not have been more than three minutes later, the two of us were covered in sopping glue and I was filled with sorrow. It did not help at all that her permanent smile was still permanently smiling back at me. I realized that she would always be smiling stupidly as if nothing was wrong; she was not as beautiful as I thought.

I sat there, as the sun began to creep over us, sobbing quietly in dismay and sadness. Not only was the glue not working, but sorrow for my dismembered braid filled me. I could never get it back. And with each passing second, my love for the inanimate object before me was dissipating. I could never look at her the same again.

Sad that all I remember was her hair. Not what she looked like exactly, and even more deserting is the fact that I cannot for the life of me remember what I called her.

On the brighter side, my hair has since become a source of pride, as many other aspects of me have. This is because I had early on realized that “there will always be….”, and that I always will be too.

PS This was one of my earlier posts I wrote for my very first blog ever over at blogspot. Since I have an affinity for old travel trunks, I thought I’d open mine up and share a bit of what’s inside… one item at a time. Enjoy.

memoire blogging

Memoire blogging is fairly easy to do. Everyone can. After all, a memoire is one’s life story, in a nutshell. Accorinding to the free online dictionary, some of the definitions of memoir (from the French memoire) are

A Drug Induced Dream "The Apostrophe"

Strange lady doctor. Did not look like one. (Doctor I mean, she didn't look like one.) We were in her apartment maybe? Darkish hair. Not too long. Contemporary casual dress. Hair pulled back sort of, sometimes. Lived alone. Glasses? House not too clean, not too not. Had notebook or something she was holding and a pen or a pencil. I was reading before she came into the room and I saw an apostrophe on the page move, like a mite, or apostrophe looking bug, go right off the page.

This is what I’m remembering. But it’s happening too. The apostrophe was on the word “it’s”, second line from the bottom. It just...