I read this book recently and found it really inspiring! I love learning about the lives of the famous authors behind the stories I love. This book did a fabulous job of offering a look into some of the more well-known women authors.
When this season of autumn roles around, I always get hit by something I like to call “Awakening of the Memories”. Okay, it sounds nice, but it is just my really fancy term for a tender sense of nostalgia as the days get shorter and colder.🙂 I always like to pull out some of my favorite children’s books around this time and peruse them. They are treasures to me that really remind me of the simpler times. I thought I would share some of my favorite children’s books to re-read in the autumn.
Set in New England during the Civil War, I read this story when I was younger and absolutely have never forgotten the beautiful, homey world of the March sisters.
Days shorten, autumn comes;
How do the trees know the difference?
Do they feel it in their roots,
in their bark, in their leaves?
Even as they fall asleep for the winter,
they will awaken anew in the spring.
For under the layers of wood,
Each tree has a green heart…
“In the morning, as they were beginning to pack their slender goods, Elves that could speak their tongue came to them and brought them many gifts of food and clothing for the journey. The food was mostly in the form of very thin cakes, made of a meal that was baked a light brown on the outside, and inside was the colour of cream. Gimli took up one of the cakes and looked at it with a doubtful eye.
“Cram,” he said under his breath, as he broke off a crisp corner and nibbled it. His expression quickly changed, and he ate all the rest of the cake with relish.
“No more, no more!” cried the Elves, laughing. “You have eaten enough already for a long days march.”
“I though it was a kind of cram, such as the Dale-men make for journeys in the wild,” said the Dwarf.
“So it is,” they answered, “But we call it lembas or waybread….”
The Fellowship of the Ring, Book II
During my years of formal schooling, I studied Latin, French and Spanish. I’m not fluent in any of them, regretfully, but I remember smatterings of each. The Latin I took was quite fun, I remember. By my third year, the course had us doing Latin word puzzles!
Those first three languages, I really only dabbled in, but now I am studying Hebrew and it has become a passion of mine to learn to speak it and understand it for several years now.
But what does this have to do with writing? Other than the fact that language is among the first things we learn to utilize when we are babies, it is the writer’s one and only tool to tell their stories. (Okay, a pencil and paper or a computer screen and keyboard are necessary!)
This video totally cracks me up because once you think about it, it’s really true!!
As a writer, the blank page holds both a unique thrill and a subtle challenge. The delightful feeling of sitting down with a new notebook, waiting to be filled with words is the same kind of thrill I imagine a photographer gets when they see the perfect shot appear before their eyes, the way a chef feels when they roll up their sleeves to try a new recipe or cooking method, the way an explorer feels when they round the edge of the mountain and see the ancient ruins staring back at them.