Ok - so I bought a new book [not true: I bought about 8 new books and 5 art journals] for vacation (which doesn't start until Friday).
Here is the thing - I stayed up all night READING one of them (DarkPlaces by Gillian Flynn). It qualifies as one of those, 'perhaps someone else had a worser (I know this is bad grammar) childhood than I (I know this should say 'me'). The point is, if you can forget my bad grammar, is that it has been a long time since I have been gripped by a book in this manner. I have 'enjoyed' some and actually 'loved' others. But this one - it is like the first time I read Augusten Burrough's A WOLF AT THE TABLE or Haven Kimmel's IODINE. I was rocking, reading, and closing the book, turning off the light, turning the light back on, until 6:15 a.m.
PLEASE TELL ME I AM NOT THE ONLY PSYCHO NIGHT READER!
Hence - being in an altered state of stunned stupidity (or perhaps just otherworldness), I appeared at a 10:30 a.m. meeting with my web designer, which isn't until tomorrow. um. ding dang. I blame this fugue on my altered literary reality.
That is what I consider a good read. To be so altered that I don't know, or really give a taco, what day it is. Another sign - when you feel that you have only 2 toes on your right foot, like the main character. Check - GOOD BOOK. Sitting up rocking yourself - CHECK, good book - thanks Augusten and Haven!!
Kudos to Gillian Flynn for having the balls to write about a flawed, but -therefore- believable character.
This girl woman - Libby - is someone with twisted thinking, but is loveable at the same time.
Which, as you know - is my goal in life - to be the twisted soul that I am, but to be loveable (and, loving, of course).
So, dear readers, who are all readers yourself - tell me,
what is the last book that kept you up all night??? I'm just dying to know!
Other 'wee hours' of the morning books from my literary past:
IT, THE STAND, INSOMNIA (how Ironic) - Stephen King
I Know This Much is True - Wally Lamb
. . . . just to name a few!
Read MoreDream in Color - in Honor of Shanna, Carrie, Maureen & Haven
In honor of Carrie’s Studio, Shanna's New Abode for Writing, Maureen's New Cottage for Writing, and after visiting Haven's Writing Barn, I am offering up this Dream I had:
Background Information: I always loved art as a child and would study on my own, but I went to a tiny church school with no art class. At this time in my family/community no one mentioned even the possibility of college . . . I thought when you graduated and/or turned 18, you were on your own.
So, after high School I worked full-time, moved in with an aunt in Texas, and then ran off and got married at 19. I kept painting, mostly watercolor and some acrylic, but not really knowing what I was doing. Got into the New Age movement . . . began to believe in my ‘gift’ and that it was part of my tautology.
After a divorce I enrolled in an Art Institute while still working full time.
One week before classes started I was in an accident and badly injured my back.
I met Donny (he was my physical therapist). We married and planned and started our family. The deal was, I would have art as a hobby and go to school when the kids reached pre-school age.
Above, 30 second gesture drawings from Drawing 101.
This dream (of returning to school) came true when I was 27/28. I started with a night drawing class . . . then before I started Painting 101 - I went shopping for art supplies.
choosing every tube of Galleria acrylic paint and each paintbrush with exceeding care and love . . .
I then had this dream while being part of a dream interpretation group.
FLOWER TRAIN.
I am on a swiftly moving SILVER BULLET train . . . we are flashing through landscapes and the train slows as we come around a bend. I peer out the window and see breathing, pulsing BRIGHT FLESH and CREAMY flowers of an unidentified species. They are singing and throbbing with color and life.
I reach down and pat the baby car seat which is sitting next to me on the train-bench. The 'baby' is wrapped in a beautiful crocheted (which I made) cobweb of rainbow beams . . . I lift the blanket to reveal -
the new glorious tubes of paint and carefully arranged paintbrushes. I cry in recognition.
THE END
Above, "Unveiled Sorrow" created in Painting 101 with Professor D. Anne Waters.
So - the point being that this dream is when I came to the realization that I needed to nurture and foster my ‘gift’ of creativity to the same extent that I nurtured and fostered my own children.
Our family, around the time of this dream . . .
Art is a part of me. I cannot give it away or neglect it.
I cannot tell you the all encompassing effect this realization/dream has had on my life. It was my license to be who I was born to be.
. . . and then came Claire.
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