My four year old grandson keeps trying to convince us we should have Christmas every day. I can see his point in that, when I don’t have a Stephen King novel to read, I feel lost and alone.
I apologize for haiku-ing in the first person and further admit my mistake in inadvertently inking the word the in the final line. Ah well.
edit: I’ve just been told I can call it a senryu which deal with human emotions. WooHoo…I’m a poet and I don’t know it….
I miss winter already. I like the short days and long nights time of year the best. Today’s haiku:
Happy solstice.
On to a new novel and it seems that everyone in it is stuck in a world of appearances. Thoroughly fun for me to read. A slice of forbidden gossip in my world.
Today we have a take-off from the movie The Getaway. Whenever I see this movie, I wonder how it would read if the different uniforms were on the characters. Yesterday I read Jesmyn Ward’s words and knew I wanted them to accompany this reverse-silhouette and let you decide who is wearing what uniform. Enjoy!
There’s something in the literature of the South that hints at something more. A swirl, a shimmer, a thought in the peripheral vision. The thing is, we’re not sure we want to see it. The literature of the South barely obscures what we won’t even admit exists.
I’ve been working on illustrating novels that I’m reading – you can see what I’ve done lately on Instagram. It’s fun for me, keeps me reading and drawing every day, and seems like too much output for this blog.
Yesterday I came across a suggestion to write haiku as a way of beginning drawing comic strips. I failed miserably at my first haiku/comic strip. I thought you’d enjoy it.
Novels put a lot of pressure on the reader. Some lines offer up many interpretations and there is always the possibility of missing out on what was intended to be humorous, and the reverse: viewing something the author meant to be serious as a humorous event.
I’m not sure which Ms. Miller meant. This is where my mind went.
No, there’s no mistake under that author’s name badge. No mistake at all. I am highlighting the fact that this is from the novel Clock Dance by Anne Tyler, one of my favorite authors. I’m sure you understand
New novel, Anne Tyler’s Clock Dance. It was difficult to decide what the powder blue wool suit looked like. My first impression was that it would be a Jackie Kennedy/Chanel-style little blue suit – I even pictured the pillbox hat. Then I realized the event was set in 1977 when pant suits reigned supreme and women no longer wore hats. There were other events that led me to believe our character would not be wearing a decade-old style. Even though I really wanted her to be wearing that chic skirt and jacket, and even though pant suits were usually polyester, especially at her socio-economic level, I went with the pant suit. I am a bit unhappy with the fact checking in this novel.Nevertheless, I am happy to be reading Anne Tyler again.
The Drawing of the Words 
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