My ferocious appetite for doodling kicked in about ten years ago when I worked in a cube. (Technically more of a triangle…) Doodling while sitting in on seemingly endless conference calls, my focus and recall was always better than if I sat there and just “paid attention.” My belief is that the benefits of doodling are similar to any other focused meditative practice; calming both to the mind and spirit.
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I like to drink coffee when I write. There is something about enjoying good coffee while writing on good paper that satisfies all the senses.
Do you like having coffee when you sketch or write? If so, do you have some good recommendations for us?
I see a lot of pictures on Instagram depicting this creative trifecta: tasty beverage, fountain pen, and a favorite Rhodia notebook and I always start to imagine the rest of the scene. Is it in a breakfast nook overlooking a small backyard pond? A desk in a cubicle in a noisy office? A sidewalk cafe in Paris or Istanbul? I think about what music (jazz?) might be playing and whether or not it’s being piped over a loudspeaker or emanating from a pair of earbuds. I wonder what will be written – thoughts for the day, a to-do list, a childhood memory, or impressions of where the person is seated and what they are viewing. I wonder if that’s their favorite pen and what color ink it contains…
Is it just me? Or do you wonder the same.
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“A written word is the choicest of relics. It is something at once more intimate with us and more universal than any other work of art. It is the work of art nearest to life itself. It may be translated into every language, and not only be read but actually breathed from all human lips; — not be represented on canvas or in marble only, but be carved out of the breath of life itself.” ― Henry David Thoreau, Walden, or Life in the Woods
Enjoy your weekend everyone, it’s summertime!
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My grandmother used to drink Folgers instant coffee. (The best part of wakin’ up, is Folgers in your cup!) She’s been gone since 2000 and I wonder what she’d think of all of the gourmet coffee available today. She had been a cook in a nursing home for 18 years somewhat of a food snob long before the Food Network started converting us. She’d go on group tours to other countries – to Italy to see the Sistine Chapel, ask her about the trip and she’d describe it by the food she ate.
I remember once sitting on her couch and watching a cooking show where they were making something with portabello mushrooms. I told her I wished I could make that dish but how portabellos (at the time) were pretty expensive. I couldn’t even get that out of my mouth before she is pulling a $10 bill from her change purse and pressing it into my hand. “Buy them” she says…
I really appreciate that she encouraged me to experiment in the kitchen. I only wish that I would have written down some of her recipes. She made a meatloaf that I still dream about – nothing has ever come close.
Is there anything that one of your relatives used to cook that you long for? Something that you have tried to replicate but cannot?
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I have a very small house with no real desk space and my favorite writing space is where ever I find a comfy chair. I just prop the book open on my knee and I’m fine. (Which why I prefer journals with rigid covers.) I have been writing this way for so long, (5 years) that I probably would feel uncomfortable if I had a big wooden desk to spread out on.
Do you have a favorite place to write? To plan out your day, make to-do lists, etc.?
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“Yesterday I took my trusty RHODIA notebook to Brooklyn to work out the plot to my next writing project. I sat in a coffee shop and had an omelet with grated apple, brie cheese and ham and a hearty cup of coffee. Then I took a walkabout and shot some pictures. All in all it was a very relaxing and satisfying day.”
I don’t usually write in public places, and I always wonder if I should give it a try… I wonder if the atmosphere and surroundings would provide inspiration, or distraction? My neighborhood is pretty quiet during the day, and I sometimes think about going to the library to write but when everything is so quiet at home, I often end up just staying right here with all my pens & notebooks & quilted slippers…