This week’s New Yorker Cover is beautifully romantic (you know, as opposed to making me feel guilty). Sometimes the New Yorker covers are poignantly romantic, too.
I love how art happens everywhere – it reminds me of the Glen Hansard’s acceptance speech for Best Original Song at the Oscars last year: “Make art, make art.” So if you needed inspiration today, make art! Write something. Don’t listen to anyone who tells you romance novels aren’t art – they are to me.
(This ends the transmission from the treacly Polly Anna-ish side of Sarah’s brain.)
You go girl! And we all need a little tap on the head every now and then, especially from the women in our lives. I know I do.
Okay, you all know I’m warped, but the first thought I had when I saw that cover was that he’s kissing the Alien. That bun doesn’t translate so well into a silhouette. I’m strange I know… he he
So what is the cover story to go with the cover?
Thank you for this because it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
I just finished writing 458 new words for a piece of romance/erotica I’ve been working on, and writing has been tough going the past week or so.
The second link reminded me of a friend and his wife. They met over books – each asked the other what they were reading. They discovered similar tastes, grew to love each other, and got married.
I think that’s the nicest thing I’ve read/heard all day. Thank you for the good karma! 🙂
Ditto. And after the last few days I’ve had, I really need to smile. Thank you.
Sarah. Warm and fuzzy. Who’d’ve thunk.
Don’t worry, it’ll be our secret.
Make art.
I like that…
Make art. What a lovely sentiment!