Erica Lorraine Scheidt's Blog, page 12

whatever the scenario

Fathom No. 1, 2010, by Olive Jeffers

where since once we are

When I am feeling depressed and anxious and sullen
all you have to do is take your clothes offFrom "Poem: A La Recherche de Gertrude Stein" by Frank O'Hara via Books vs. CigarettesPhoto: Built in Suffolk, England by Haworth Tompkins via Cabin Porn

I enjoy the wanting

This year I gave a lot of gifts made by Wendy MacNaughton and last year I gave a lot of gifts made by mgealach. I also gave M. a copy of Of Recklessness and Water, which is beautiful. M. gave me things that only she could. Sometimes I bookmark a lot of stuff, like this Rye Bread and this t-shirt, but probably I enjoy the wanting more than the getting. Photo via welcome back, oldtimer

all you have to do

All you have to do is write one true sentence. Ernest HemingwayGold bangle by David Neale via jokemijn

jack didn't know what was going to happen next

Jessica Serran, "I am waiting for something amazing to happen" (detail). Mixed media installation at West Oakland, CA train station via Art21 blog

the end

Edward Ruscha, The End, 1991; Eva Roucka; Woody Guthrie's New Year's Resolutions, 1942

the crocodile's snout in the lily pond

I frequently write about love and therefore about jealousy. It's part of the deal; it's what comes with love, for most people, in most societies. Of course, it's also dramatic, and therefore novelistically attractive, because it's frequently irrational, unfair, boundless, obsessing and horrible for all parties. It's the moment when something deeply primitive breaks the surface of our supposedly grown-up lives—the crocodile's snout in the lily pond. Irresistible. Julian Barnes in The Art of Fiction, No. 165, Paris ReviewPhoto: Elizabeth Weinberg, Of Recklessness and Water

a novelist's normal condition

But then, such is my nature—and I assume I share this with lots of other writers—I thought, What if I only have one book in me? So the second novel is always harder, though in my case it was at least quicker. I still find myself thinking, Well, I may have written seven or eight or nine novels, but can I do it again the next time? But I'm convinced that a high anxiety level is the novelist's normal condition. Julian Barnes in The Art of Fiction: No. 165, Paris ReviewPhoto: Elizabeth Weinberg, Of Recklessness and Water

forty sixth at grace

has a new home.

i love you to pieces, distraction, etc.

If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Catcher in the Rye Photo: Mark McNairy cap toe boot via welcome back, oldtimer