I don't know if you noticed, but I changed the pictures on my sidebar. My thought was, why should I use pictures I find on the Internet, by other people, when I can just use what I've made myself? I've been dipped, hook, line, and sinker into the vat of DIY philosophy. (Each drawing links to the original post from when I first finished it.)
I eventually want to draw a header for this blog but for now, I like the one I have. I found the images on polyvore and arranged it with words typed in a friend's handwriting so it could have a personal meaning. Both images are by Michelle Kim for Anna Sui.
(Who's that? I don't know. Must look her up on Google...)
I got a few new books this weekend. Here's 2 my sister bought me with really nice covers and good stories inside.
I'm just starting on the second one. It reminds me of The Curious Incident of The Dog in the Night-time. In both, the narrator is a boy with an intelligent, quirky type of Autism. What is this, a trending topic with young, hip, male authors because that was them when they were young and now that they're older and still don't fit into the machinery of society they decide to write a romanticized version of themselves?
I know I'm going to like it. Even though I don't know who Krazy Kat is.
Delicate Edible Birds was so good. It made me want to write stories that are ambiguous and sad and will make you want to cry. The stories feel so perfect I wouldn't want to talk to the author even if I had the chance to. I don't want to think of her as a real person connected to these stories.