Muse
/myuz/ [myooz]
–noun
1. The goddess or the power regarded as
inspiring a poet, artist, thinker, or the
like.
–verb (used with object)
1. To meditate on.
2. To comment thoughtfully or ruminate
upon.
/myuz/ [myooz]
–noun
1. The goddess or the power regarded as
inspiring a poet, artist, thinker, or the
like.
–verb (used with object)
1. To meditate on.
2. To comment thoughtfully or ruminate
upon.
This is our space to let you into our
worlds as the editors of Vanilla. This is
a place to get to know us, our ins and
outs, our day to days, what we write,
what we draw, what we photograph,
our perception of the world around us.
Our plan is to update this regularly, to
show you our inspirations as to inspire
you also.
-the editors
worlds as the editors of Vanilla. This is
a place to get to know us, our ins and
outs, our day to days, what we write,
what we draw, what we photograph,
our perception of the world around us.
Our plan is to update this regularly, to
show you our inspirations as to inspire
you also.
-the editors
Musings
Nothing a-Musing About Business 1.05.10
We've slacked in our musings, perhaps for lack of inspiration, perhaps due to the business of the holidays. In
my case it was playing elf and working fervently on friends and families hand-crafted gifts when not handing
out cups of holiday cheer at work, for others it may be spending countless hours dodging angry moms fighting
over the last Dora doll or DJ Hero. Either way, it got in our way or gave us an excuse and now we're back, and
all I've got is business.
Tonight I finished the last edits on the much awaited hard-copy of Issue One. Now, if only I can get the format to
take...I know that insanity is defined by doing the same thing over and over expecting different results, but I
swear that at some point I will press the "submit" button and it won't come back ten minutes later telling me that
there's a problem without telling me what the problem is...thanks lulu.
In our dodgy editors brief conversations (I dare not call them meetings until we've sat down over a cup of chai
that none of us made smelling startchy foods that will either make us fat or make us sick) we've decided to
tighten up our format and our expectations of the magazine. Though our first issue was a great success we
believe that we can push the envelope and raise the bar even further. We look forward to a sensational second
issue next month.
Last order of business, I cracked the book. Yes, The book. The one that's been gathering proverbial dust for
going on eight months. I uploaded it into a new program and stared at it for a long time trying to read between
the lines to the words that I haven't written yet...I started to work through some edits in my head, that lasted
about ten minutes, I don't have the patience tonight, no more tonight. I heard the Muse whisper my name, it
sounded light and almost rehearsed, as if it had been trying to get my attention for a long time. Yes, I hear you,
but not tonight. Friday, I promise on Friday we'll dance. Just you and I and eight months worth of edits.
~ C. Briggs
We've slacked in our musings, perhaps for lack of inspiration, perhaps due to the business of the holidays. In
my case it was playing elf and working fervently on friends and families hand-crafted gifts when not handing
out cups of holiday cheer at work, for others it may be spending countless hours dodging angry moms fighting
over the last Dora doll or DJ Hero. Either way, it got in our way or gave us an excuse and now we're back, and
all I've got is business.
Tonight I finished the last edits on the much awaited hard-copy of Issue One. Now, if only I can get the format to
take...I know that insanity is defined by doing the same thing over and over expecting different results, but I
swear that at some point I will press the "submit" button and it won't come back ten minutes later telling me that
there's a problem without telling me what the problem is...thanks lulu.
In our dodgy editors brief conversations (I dare not call them meetings until we've sat down over a cup of chai
that none of us made smelling startchy foods that will either make us fat or make us sick) we've decided to
tighten up our format and our expectations of the magazine. Though our first issue was a great success we
believe that we can push the envelope and raise the bar even further. We look forward to a sensational second
issue next month.
Last order of business, I cracked the book. Yes, The book. The one that's been gathering proverbial dust for
going on eight months. I uploaded it into a new program and stared at it for a long time trying to read between
the lines to the words that I haven't written yet...I started to work through some edits in my head, that lasted
about ten minutes, I don't have the patience tonight, no more tonight. I heard the Muse whisper my name, it
sounded light and almost rehearsed, as if it had been trying to get my attention for a long time. Yes, I hear you,
but not tonight. Friday, I promise on Friday we'll dance. Just you and I and eight months worth of edits.
~ C. Briggs
| Broken - 01.21.10 It wasn't about the way that his voice reminded me of liquid glass, or how the sound of his laughter could have only been born deep within in the woods. It wasn't about his mineral colored eyes or the skin that stretched so perfectly across his marble back. It was more about how he was liquid glass poured over me, running over my skin with little more than a glance. It was how he reminded me of being a child again, barefoot and carefree running through the woods on my parents farm. It was how he broke my heart with a smile and stitched me back together with a song. It's how he breaks me and fixes me and breaks me again, and how I would have it no other way. ~C. Briggs |
©Carrie Jehle & Vanilla
01.21.10
