From Diane Setterfield's The Thirteenth Tale

People disappear when they die. Their voices, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living mempry of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continut to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humour, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic.

--Diane Setterfield



Wednesday, October 21, 2009

A new post

I really don't get how some bloggers are full time mommies, have a crafty business and blog consistently. Maybe it's because I can't upload pictures from work. Or I am raising two kids very close in age and another a little older. Or my eyes hurt from looking at the computer so long. Or I can't decide if I should do crafts, paint and do art, cook or bake, read, or work out. There is way to much inspiration for my little brain (budget).
I come up with like 5 things to blog about each day. When I get home I have forgotten and I'm usually to tired to do anything anyways.
But I am inspired, you super mom-bloggers. Keep it up!
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1 comment:

Janika said...

I wonder if blogging isn't the ultimate mom competition.

October 23, 2009 at 4:46 AM

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