Flower Power

I marvel at how humans manage to pack so many meanings into a single word. A friend (the most excellent Miss P.) recently found a copy of Kate Greenaway's Language of Flowers at a used book store. I know she is a truly splendiferous friend because she was somehow able to give the book to me instead of keeping it for herself! Some of the meanings attached to specific flowers are hilarious. For example, if one were to give another a currant, the flower would signify "thy frown will kill me." One of my personal favorites is Rose Unique, which signifies "Call me not beautiful."

Friends, Ink.

I'm halfway through my BEASTLY revision, and I must confess that there have been times when I would rather play Frisbee with my computer than tap one more blasted word. However, as the computer I am currently using is actually my sister's, I have restrained my Frisbee impulses. But I'm not writing this post to mewel about writing woes. I want to talk about the amazing revivification powers friends possess.

I don't know how many times I've snapped the quill and declared surrender, and then a friend taped my courage back together with humor, ice cream, cajoling, etc. Sometimes I feel like my feeble Fantasia is down to the last grain of sand, and then a creative confidant brings the kingdom back with two well-placed words: Get busy.

Thanks, friends. I doff my tiara to your splendidness.

AKA Writer's Mantra

I'm a sticker addict, especially for quote stickers. Today I found one of my new personal favorites:

"Start by doing what's necessary, then what's possible, and suddenly you're doing the impossible."

Superior advice from St. Francis of Assisi.