I am so deep in Revisionland it’s absurd. I am attempting to finish this draft by the end of the month, which is reasonable, but means the rest of the month is going to be very busy.
Like, I might not read Mockingjay until a week after it comes out busy. I know.
So in lieu of actual blog content this week, here is a photograph of a pomegranate.
mightier than the sword
There is a movement happening, a quiet one.
A low-profile, low-resolution revolution.
Comprised of writers and dreamers, of guerrilla artists and thought-ninjas.
Those with something to say.
They communicate through text inscribed on true public spaces, rather than blogs and forums.
Choosing fewer words, even without being bound by 140 character limits.
Using ink instead of pixels.
Sending messages in living, breathing space.
Pens scream louder into the void.
Even if permanent ink is not aptly named.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
