Painting Windows On the Walls
I am thinking of th writer Kay Boyle this morning. She was a girl from Cincinnatti, Ohio who knew SOMEHOW she was detsined for something GREAT, something BOHEMIAN. So she went to art school in New York, but she had a dream of PARIS. So she married the first Frenchman she met and moved to France. It wasn't Paris, but it was France. Only, he was a tire salesman and they lived in a WINDOWLESS room.
What's a girl to do when she is dreaming of the City of Lights and living in a room with no view, both metaphorically and literally? PAINT WINDOWS on the walls. She literally painted a view on her walls, and wrote stories and wrote to every author she knew was living in Paris. Eventually, she divorced the tire salesman and ran off to Paris, into the welcoming Bohemian life she had dreamed of and literally created a VIEW OF.
As I sit in an office today, I am imaging that I am painting a view on the wall. Every time I sit down to write a story or draw a picture or write a letter to somebody, I am creating a window where there was none before. I met two wonderful writers on Friday, when I least expected it. I am reading one of their books today, and not only is it enveloping me in its INCREDIBLE WORLD, I like knowing the author and imagining her writing this down. It makes me feel like I am not alone, that I am in a world with other people who write, who create views from nothing.
This is more inspiring and motivating than anything else I've experienced in awhile.
If you could look out a window and see your city of lights, what would that look like? Who would it be filled with? Then sit down and create it.
What's a girl to do when she is dreaming of the City of Lights and living in a room with no view, both metaphorically and literally? PAINT WINDOWS on the walls. She literally painted a view on her walls, and wrote stories and wrote to every author she knew was living in Paris. Eventually, she divorced the tire salesman and ran off to Paris, into the welcoming Bohemian life she had dreamed of and literally created a VIEW OF.
As I sit in an office today, I am imaging that I am painting a view on the wall. Every time I sit down to write a story or draw a picture or write a letter to somebody, I am creating a window where there was none before. I met two wonderful writers on Friday, when I least expected it. I am reading one of their books today, and not only is it enveloping me in its INCREDIBLE WORLD, I like knowing the author and imagining her writing this down. It makes me feel like I am not alone, that I am in a world with other people who write, who create views from nothing.
This is more inspiring and motivating than anything else I've experienced in awhile.
If you could look out a window and see your city of lights, what would that look like? Who would it be filled with? Then sit down and create it.
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