taking notes

Urania was on a tear. She deciphered page upon page of Typist’s Ticonderoga scribbles. Discarding most, she transferred the gems on a single sheet for future reference.“For someone who professes haughty disdain for clutter, our scribe’s notebooks are a mess!”

“If she wants to read a quarter of the book titles she’s noted, we’ll have to sign up for a speed reading course… and that directly contradicts the article we read yesterday.” Thalia shrugged. “Go slow. Enjoy. Read well.”

“Life is not a race,” Urania added. “Some of Typist’s favorite books chose her… whispering her name from the library shelves.”

“And… authors often tuck the ripest fruit between the lines. There’s a difference between a pie prepared with care and one that’s part of an assembly line process?” asked the Muse of Many Questions.

“We were gifted valuable lessons yesterday when another author declined to pre-read Meandering Muses… First, say no with grace when appropriate.”

“And second,” Thalia interrupted, “… boundaries will make Typist’s work better. Doing it all is a myth of our current time. Craftsmanship is on a comeback.”