“Another luxury for an idle imagination is the writer’s own feeling about the work. There is neither a proportional relationship, nor an inverse one, between a writer’s estimation of a work in progress and its actual quality.

“The feeling that the work is magnificent, and the feeling that it is abominable, are both mosquitoes to be repelled, ignored, or killed, but not indulged.”
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.-= Douglas Eby´s last blog ..Highly sensitive boys and men =-.

For many years, I’ve been a writer. When I was a child, though, my ambitions were different.

From age three to eleven, I was always drawing. My subject matter? Monsters and space creatures. Then, Junior High rolled around and I had to take my first true art class.

In class, drawing from the imagination was a no-no. We could sketch only what was in front of us (a person, a chair, a bowl of fruit), and we had to do so in a style of stark realism. Subsequently, I lost all interest in drawing.

A funny development: A few weeks ago, I started blogging and my first posts were text only. Friends said I should jazz them up with photos. As I looked through a stock photo site, I felt the old visual artist in me rear up. Instead of adorning each post was a standard photo, I search for an image that’s slightly left-of-center, just like the old me would do. Finding the proper image has now become my favorite part of blogging.
.-= Mark Levy´s last blog ..Lean-in Moments =-.