Monday, January 31, 2011

Past Two Lantern Hollow Blog Posts

My last two posts on the Lantern Hollow Press writers' blog have been a bit of writer humor:

Last week on "While We're Paused", I listed fifty symptoms that prove you might be a writer.  Click HERE to read.

Today, I discussed the creative ways in which writers of different genres change a light bulb.  Click HERE to read.

Be sure to visit the Lantern Hollow Press website on February first to see our entirely new website and to download your copy of the inaugural edition of our e-zine, The Gallery of Worlds.  It's full of wordy goodness, featuring the writing talents of Rachel Burkholder, Dr. Brian Melton, Erik Marsh, Dr. Donald Williams, and Melissa Rogers.  If you prefer to be read to, you can download the audio versions of the stories.

Also, be sure to read the writers' blog on February 13 to watch me take on Valentine's Day!

1 comment:

Al Combs said...

"You wish they would bottle a perfume that smells like old books or fresh paper."
I don't know about that, but whenever i enter an old used bookstore, i stand at the entrance and take in a deep breath through my nostrils (the same way one does when entering a bakery or a coffee shop) after which a big smile settles comfortably on my face and i begin perusing. This almost always garners me a few odd looks, but do i care? I'm in my physical happy place. Mind your own business!
I just love the smell of old books. It tells me there's an adventure on the way.

"Passage—immediate passage! the blood burns in my veins! Away, O soul! hoist instantly the anchor!
Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"