I recently returned from a writing spree at my local Barnes and Noble (aka my HEAVEN), and now I smell like coffee and books. I think sometimes, when writing, it's best to have a change of scenery. I mostly write in my bedroom, and as much as I love my room, it's nice to write some place else. Writing in different locations creates more inspiration. You can only draw so much inspiration from one place, and moving from location to location creates that sense of adventure and it exposes you to a wider range of inspiration.
While at Barnes and Noble, I purchased a book which is quickly becoming my favorite: The World's Greatest Love Letters, compiled by Michael Kelahan. It's a compilation of love letters written by people such as Mary Queen of Scots, Edgar Allen Poe, Henry VIII, Victor Hugo, and many more, in time periods ranging mostly from the early 1600s to the late 1800s. Each one is as lilting and soft as poetry. I found it odd that I could relate most definitely to the letter written from Thomas Otway to Elizabeth Barry ca. 1678. It's hilarious and I admit it sounds exactly like me--talking about how love is such an inconvenience. It's funny how writing is so applicable even hundreds of years after it was written. Writing in and of itself is an eternal concept, one that stretches into the infinities.
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