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If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories — science fiction or otherwise. Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world. Ray Bradbury (via thechocolatebrigade)

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This is how it should work…
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I love the feeling I get looking at this cover of the New Yorker #weatheroutside #stayingwarm

I love the feeling I get looking at this cover of the New Yorker #weatheroutside #stayingwarm

What is with this icicle??

What is with this icicle??

Front page? Fun.

Front page? Fun.

Family

We all have our memories that make the holiday season special. Some recall the little things, like board games or puzzles we share to pass the time until presents mysteriously appear Christmas morn. Some reflect on the birth of Christ, whether by attending church, or the scripture Linus recites while clinging to his blue blanket.

Maybe it’s dragging the decorations out of the attic, or digging them out from the basement.

Perhaps you partake in the magic of constructing your very own plastic tree, or helping your parents track down the perfect tree from the magic tree lot. Maybe you still trek out to the woods to find an original.

Once the tree is on display, decorating has it’s own pomp. It may involve classic holiday songs, snacking, another favorite movie playing in the background.

Then there’s lighting the menorah. While I know very little of the Jewish faith, I’m always game for more holidays to celebrate.

The best ones, however, are the quirky ones that you and your family share.

We used to put together a huge jigsaw puzzle on Christmas Eve. My mother would put out a spread of snacks to graze on all night. Candies, cookies, veggies and dip, shrimp. One year my dad picked up pizza rolls. I immediately made those unhealthy bites of cheese and pepperoni part of the holiday ritual, much to my mother’s aversion.

I also enjoy trying to steal away the best spot on the couch from my sisters and drinking hot cocoa (or now a days coffee) as I read another book, and glace out the window, watching flakes of snow fall from the black sky.

My dad telling us as children that for one minute at midnight on Christmas, all the animals can speak. We were always in the car driving back from the midnight mass, so we missed out every year to hear what our dog really thought.

The puzzles have become less frequent, but we replaced them with other games, other traditions.

Then Christmas morning comes around, and my sisters and I would sneak down and grab our stockings and see what was inside them before we woke up mom and dad. Then we’d each take turns, slowly turning the living room floor into a growing pool of ribbons and wrapping paper.

The special ingredient that makes these memories special? It’s family.

This year, I still watch the cheesy Christmas specials, and wrap presents while sipping mint-flavored coffee. I glance outside to see if the snow is falling, or if the white cover on the ground is melting away.

But I won’t be home Dec. 25. I won’t make it back until after the big day.

I think about those who aren’t going to make it home at all. They may be across the country, the globe, or they can’t make it due to unfortunate limitations.

That nostalgic feeling keeps rising up in me, and at first I thought missing the chance to be home that day would damper the holiday, I’m still lucky enough to have time to get home.

Without family, all the things that make this holiday special seem flat, structured, commercialized. Whatever it is, it’s missing something.

I know that not every family is perfect, and some cause nightmares instead of memories. But there’s a chance that next season you won’t get to see the whole family, so try to cherish it this time around.

And if you know someone who can’t be with their loved ones, maybe welcome them in. It can’t beat being home for the holidays, but it’s better than nothing at all.

#goodpoem #poetry Leisure by W.H. Davies

#goodpoem #poetry Leisure by W.H. Davies

So okay - there you are in your room with the shade down and the door shut and the plug pulled out of the base of the telephone. You’ve blown up your TV and committed yourself to a thousand words a day, come hell or high water. Now comes the big question: What are you going to write about? And the equally big answer: Anything you damn well want. — Stephen King, On Writing (via trismm)
millionsmillions:

RIP Elmore Leonard, who passed away this morning at his home in Michigan at the age of 87. Our own Bill Morris got to the heart of what made Leonard a special writer in his 2010 piece about the prolific crime novelist.

I’m going to have to read more of his stuff. I’m more familiar with TV and movie adaptations of his work.

millionsmillions:

RIP Elmore Leonard, who passed away this morning at his home in Michigan at the age of 87. Our own Bill Morris got to the heart of what made Leonard a special writer in his 2010 piece about the prolific crime novelist.

I’m going to have to read more of his stuff. I’m more familiar with TV and movie adaptations of his work.