Many years ago, Ms.SpoolTeacher had a real job working in a world where people were fashioning their homes and needed a designer’s eye to help them. One of her favorite publications for finding inspiration was House Beautiful because it was for fairly average kinds of wealth–doctors, lawyers, judges and people who had made fortunes in things like McDonald’s type franchises or property investing. Architectural Digest was more for rock-star level kinds of wealth that she wasn’t able to imagine helping any of her kind of wealthy friends to do.
So she scoured each issue to keep herself up on the latest colors, fashions and average kind of wealthy thinking which undoubtedly was far beyond her own–but she did have some imagination.
In each issue somewhere there was an entry in it that was called Thoughts of Home. Various people were commissioned to write a story that depicted some glimpse into their own home and lifestyle and it made her want to be a writer too because each one transported her to another world that she thoroughly enjoyed–almost more than trying to jump into any of the pictures or any of her clients homes.
It’s only been lately that she has found herself in a situation in her own living that she can take the time to do this thing that she has wanted to for so long.
So, what will be found on this site, at the front, is posts each day that are the result of her daily attempts to practice writing. Every day it will be different insomuch as it will be whatever issue of writing that she found herself struggling through that day but mainly just to keep doing it every. single. day. for at least two hours as her writing teacher thirty something years ago told her to do. He also told her that if she got stumped, to just type whatever came into her head even if it didn’t make any sense because just the doing would help it come out.
She puts it all out there for no hope of anything except just to feel brave and know that she isn’t hiding for fear of not being worthy to even try and because it is a thing that she feels compelled to do regardless of any consequences.
If you happen to enjoy it she is glad.
And she dedicates this doing to her dear departed sister whose favorite quote now follows–she wrote it over and over from memory often. She simply liked the way it sounded:
“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”