Showing posts with label Edgar Degas paintings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Edgar Degas paintings. Show all posts

Monday 20 October 2008

Edgar Degas paintings

Edgar Degas paintings
Emile Munier paintings
Finding the ideal working habits that will allow me to write as consistently as possible is always something I’m exploring as a writer.
As I’ve said before, I try to make it a habit to write first thing in the morning. It helps me to focus and ensure that I’m getting my writing done.
I love reading about my favorite writers and what habits led to their success. Below, I share with you some of my favorite writers’ work habits
Edwin Lord Weeks paintings
obvious that there’s no single way to success. Some like to write a certain number of words or pages every day, others were happy to write a page or a sentence. Some liked to write long-hand, others did it on index cards. Some wrote standing up, others lying down.
There’s no one way that works. Do what works for you (and share it in the comments!). But maybe you’ll get some inspiration from these greats, as I have.
1. Stephen King. In his book On , King says that he writes 10 pages a day without fail, even on s. That’s a lot of each day, and it has led to some incredible results: King is one of the most prolific writers of our time.

Saturday 31 May 2008

Edgar Degas paintings

Edgar Degas paintings
Eduard Manet paintings
Edwin Austin Abbey paintings
Edward Hopper paintings
Well, there are others just like you, Tom, I've not the least doubt. But we have taken care of that. Nobody will get lost in that cave any more."
"Why?"
"Because I had its big door sheathed with boiler
-300-iron two weeks ago, and triple-locked -- and I've got the keys."
Tom turned as white as a sheet.
"What's the matter, boy! Here, run, somebody! Fetch a glass of water!"
The water was brought and thrown into Tom's face.
"Ah, now you're all right. What was the matter with you, Tom?"
"Oh, Judge, Injun Joe's in the cave!"petitioner's whole heart in it; but still no good news came from the cave. The majority of the searchers had given up the quest and gone back to their daily avocations, saying that it was plain the children could never be found. Mrs. Thatcher was very ill, and a great part of the time delirious. People said it was heartbreaking to hear her call her child, and raise her head and