I’m sitting in the usual Sunday place, working on revisions, and it’s just not going smoothly today. I’ve got to rewrite a tricky scene, with some rather key passages of dialogue, and I keep starting, getting intimidated, backing away. Rinse. Repeat.
So what’s to be done but some soothing blog surfing while trying to muster the courage for another pass? And I found that the long-silent Lawrence Quigley has been blogging again, and it’s been blogging of the difficult, art-angsty sort, so I feel bad that I wasn’t around to read it when it was fresh, since he’s a very dear real-world friend and all.
But there’s the good news that it’s now easier to buy his paintings, if you’ve got the room in the budget for such wonderful things like art. Go here to check out what’s for sale.
I already own one painting by (typoed “my” Aww. I miss him.) Lawrence, because he’s entirely too generous and good to me. He’d loaned me a painting I loved, and I couldn’t afford to buy it and when we left New York he gave it to me. Just like that. Because he’s like that. (Which is not to say he’ll give you a painting, but, well… whatever.) If I ever sell a damn novel, the first thing I want to do with the advance money (the second thing being tucking most of it away in the kiddo’s 529k) is buy a painting from Lawrence. Amazing work. Which, sadly, so often means underappreciated.
This art stuff hurts. It hurts a lot.
Go see his work. Really. And if you think he’s as brilliant as I think he is, tell him so. We fragile folks need to hear that kind of thing.
That is all.
And now, once more into the breech or whatever that saying is. Here I go, pen ablazing. Wish me luck.
Good luck! And you are right, his work is awesome.
Good luck! And you are right, his work is awesome.
You’ve got to see this:
http://larissmix.typepad.com/stitch_marker/2008/07/new-station-wag.html
Maybe you’d feel more comfortable with Thumper on the bike with something like this?
You’ve got to see this:
http://larissmix.typepad.com/stitch_marker/2008/07/new-station-wag.html
Maybe you’d feel more comfortable with Thumper on the bike with something like this?
“In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger.”
(I think of “the blast of war,” in this case, as the book, the work at hand.)
Strive on, dear Cari. I can’t wait to see what you’re working on!
And your friend, Quigley? Amazing artist. Flying hearts! Real, bloody hearts. I would if I could, buy all of them. (Smoking chimps!)
“In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger.”
(I think of “the blast of war,” in this case, as the book, the work at hand.)
Strive on, dear Cari. I can’t wait to see what you’re working on!
And your friend, Quigley? Amazing artist. Flying hearts! Real, bloody hearts. I would if I could, buy all of them. (Smoking chimps!)
Good luck on your revisions!
Sigh. Someday I would love to be able to collect art.
Good luck on your revisions!
Sigh. Someday I would love to be able to collect art.
Good luck with all of the revisions. His work is great. One of these days I’ll collect art. At this point in my life, I’m just hoping for money to by frames for family pictures to put on the walls!
Good luck with all of the revisions. His work is great. One of these days I’ll collect art. At this point in my life, I’m just hoping for money to by frames for family pictures to put on the walls!