the thing about bookends is.....
I feel compelled to write, but with a pen in hand, nothing comes to mind. I've got conversations and love letters in my head, but none of that seems willing to appear on paper. How am i supposed to produce something when I can't get my mind and hand to cooperate?
I cheated on my summer reading list....you should read Blankets by Craig Thompson. It was sensational in that you could feel the snow, the quilt, and hear the shrieks of his childhood. Not to mention the amazing graphics. I often wish I could draw, but I'm confined to being a stick-people specialist. Have a good monday nite.