This is the quotation I have pinned to my inspiration board:
"Remember, above all else, your novel is not a self-improvement campaign. Your novel is a spastic, jubilant hoe-down set to your favorite music, a thirty-day visit to a candy store where everything is free and nothing is fattening. When thinking about possible inclusions for your novel, always grab the guilty pleasures over the bran flakes. Write your joy, and good things will follow."
This is where I've been writing:
On the desk is a framed post card of my favorite place (The Lone Cypress overlook) and a photo my parents (who have absolutely no doubts about my ability to write a novel) when they were about my age.
And on three other notes that may only be interesting to me, we went to Sunday church for the first time in ages and I decided to be a crazy hat lady:
And we found irises growing in our side yard. They're huge, gorgeous in an arsty sort of way, and smell of this incredibly spicy scent I'd never noticed before.
And my friend Chelsya game me these beautiful ice cream dishes as a house-warming present. I used them as candle holders on my mantel so I could enjoy them every day.
Love to all!