Rooms Where Famous Books Were Written

Famous books rooms

The above linked article shows photos and descriptions of rooms where famous books were written. Some of the books and authors are on my TBR list. I notice that the Margaret Mitchell house doesn’t show up here. I saw that when I visited Atlanta, so it was glaringly missing for me.

Edith Wharton –  The House of Mirth, as well as Ethan Frome

Ernest Hemingway – For Whom the Bell TollsA Moveable Feast, and The Old Man and the Sea, among others.

Agatha Christie – Murder on the Orient Express.

 Mark Twain – The Adventures of Tom SawyerThe Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court, among other things.

Roald Dahl– MatildaThe BFG,and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

 Victor Hugo – Les Miserables.

Ray Bradbury – Fahrenheit 451 ,The Fireman

James Baldwin – Go Tell It On the Mountain 

 J.G. Ballard – CrashThe Drowned WorldEmpire of the Sun,

Julian BarnesThe Sense of an Ending 

William Faulkner – As I Lay Dying.

Handwriting

I have noticed that since I do most of my writing on the computer or on my phone, my handwriting has gotten worse.  I started keeping a food journal for the new podcast I have been listening to.  I can’t read the darn thing.

I have also started a daily todo list, so I can get things done.  Again, I can’t read half the stuff I write.

My handwriting has never been good, but without practice, it seems to be getting worse.  Maybe it’s because I am not writing anything that is important to keep legible?

Doing a favor for a friend

A friend asked me to do a favor for her at 4 am today. I said no problem. Alarms all set, I went to sleep. I woke up at 1 am, and realized that it was possible she meant 4 am Eastern time. Yup! Thankfully, I realized it in plenty of time to get it done. Now I get to sleep in, feeling accomplished.

In theory, that is. I got the order done, but the card I tried to use didn’t want to work, so I had to fully wake up to figure out why and what to do. Then I tried to email her the confirmation that I’d accomplished my middle of the night task, but my address book on my email account decided that it wasn’t going to work. I had to hand type her email address in. Thankfully, I knew it, but suddenly blanked on if it was yahoo or gmail. I guessed right.

Of course, by then I had to get up and use the bathroom, because what else does one do in the middle of the night?

I got back in bed and had to find extra blankets since our heatwave finally broke and my toes were cold.

I didn’t eat much dinner because I wasn’t hungry at dinner time. I don’t want to get up and eat at this time of night because I don’t want to let my stomach think that it’s an option. I’ll drink water, so I’ll have to get up and use the bathroom again in an hour or so.

I don’t know where my purse is with my kindle on it, and I don’t want to fall asleep with my reading light on, so I decided to write here instead of read. It didn’t make me tired, though. I think I’m going to have to bite the bullet and find the purse.

Now that I’ve found the purse by getting up and turning on the light, I should be fully awake.

And I just remembered that my daughter reminded me right before bedtime that I told her I’d drive her and a friend somewhere with no parking in the morning. At least her version of morning starts closer to noon than most people’s version of morning.

It’s 2 am now. I am going to stop writing and read for a little while. Hopefully I’m tired enough that a little while won’t take me to morning. Goodnight!

Are You Drinking?

First of all, let me say, the answer is, no, I am not drinking.  I am finishing up several half written posts and publishing.  And I am finishing several barely thought through posts.

A friend who follows the blog messaged me to ask if I was drinking, since so many posts went through today.  No.  Just working on not procrastinating and finishing up what I can.  I decided to write a bit tonight instead of reading.

I do understand that it is difficult to know when I am drunk and when I am just being my normal goofy self.  Tonight, it’s all me.  Typos and all.

Did you write that yourself?

Someone I know found this blog and messaged me. “Did you write that yourself? It was actually good.” Pffft.  I have said before, I write the way I talk.  If anyone has ever listened to me, they’d know it was me writing.

I do link articles, but I am clear about those not being my work.  The comments on the articles are me, for sure.

So, yes, I did write that myself.

Why Daily Writing is Important

(daily writing)

I write daily. I don’t finish writing daily, so I don’t always post daily. The article linked above is talking about journaling more than what I do.  I write as a way to process what is going through my head.  Sometimes it’s worth sharing, sometimes it’s not.  Sometimes I share what’s not worth sharing.  But, I am still processing what I am up to.

I saw Tayari Jones speak at Bay Area Book Festival, day 2.   Part of her advice to writers is to not write daily, because if you aren’t out there living your adventures, you will become a boring writer.  I thought this was wonderful advice.

I make more time for living than for writing.  Some days, I write and share a lot.  Some days I write a little.  Some days, I don’t write at all, just edit.  I post older thoughts on those days.  It’s all therapeutic for me.  I don’t stress out if I miss a day, though.  I’ll get the thought out eventually.