Obligation, Like Mercy
Some author quoted or misquoted on the internet claimed that no true writer needs to be told to write. This makes me feel like crap.
In fifth grade, Laura wrote an essay about Thanksgiving that her teacher thought was good. She also played Santa Claus in a school play and tried to make croissants from scratch. Not much has changed since she was ten. She still writes, and still shamelessly laps up approval. She loves theatre, especially plays about Christmas. She attempts projects that are way too ambitious for her skill sets, with imperfect, yet sometimes edible, results. Laura’s worked as a writer, performer, teacher and caterer, and lives in Michigan with her three kids and forgiving husband. You can keep up with Laura at her blog.
Some author quoted or misquoted on the internet claimed that no true writer needs to be told to write. This makes me feel like crap.
The word is “worn.” As in well-worn, as in worn out, as in weary. Wear on, wear thin, wear off.
I will go to great lengths to ward off the February blahs. In years past, I have decorated my home with tropical flourishes, distracted myself with games and group trips, tried to embrace winter with snowmobiling and “Doctor Zhivago” weekends. I have done all I can think to do, and February still comes… and stays. [...]
I do not remember a Christmas breakfast without tomatoes on toast. It was so regular, so consistently a part of our Christmas morning that I believed it to be a long-standing and worldwide tradition.
You are named, and yet unknown, and today, that is good enough for me.
The days surrounding July 4th normally trumpet the ease of summer, but this year’s music is different. It was Tuesday, the fifth of July, when the horns gave way to the unrelenting beat of the future.
Backyard Brains is on a mission to democratize neuroscience; I am inspired to make up words. Entrepreneurologists. Revulsionary. Creeptastic.
“But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world…”
When Apple announced the opening of their App Store for Mac, I was excited: my first personal exposure to this wonderful world of Angry Birds and Urban Spoon. Here’s what I’ve learned so far.