Tag Archives: Chesterton

We all know I like to introduce Catholics to Catholic writers

With tomorrow, Deo volente, being the scene of a long conversation on justification and sanctification, under the auspices (most likely) of people like the good Aquinas, have a quote from Chesterton’s essay on Thomas Carlyle: “A great deal is said … Continue reading

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August Wrap-up

Writing: Went by fits and starts. I finished Camp NaNo and almost immediately ran into a problem with Of the North, a huge problem in fact, and so I stopped writing words to think about the words I had written and … Continue reading

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Off to Sherwood Forest

I haven’t talked much about Rose-Tinted Arrows here in a while. I haven’t actually worked on it in a long time — I’ve collected notes, but haven’t written anything new, nor gotten up the courage to tear apart the old … Continue reading

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Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.

I didn’t post on Saturday, as the astute among you will have perceived. For some reason it slipped my mind until it was too late. I reached 51,500 words in Of the North! I estimate about 30,000 to go. It’s all … Continue reading

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In Which I write about good things and heresy

This afternoon I am in the basement puzzling over a laundry conundrum, while my sister has tea and cookies with one of her girl friends upstairs. I’ve got a comfy blanket, a buffalo rug, and baroque guitar music, and The Fellowship … Continue reading

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March wrap-up post

This is not an April Fools (or international atheists’ day) post, just to be clear. I couldn’t think of a good one in time. Reading: Textbooks and classmates’ work. I did read The Ball and the Cross (by Chesterton, of course) … Continue reading

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“The aim of good prose words is to mean what they say. . .

. . . the aim of good poetical words is to mean what they do not say.” (Chesterton) Writing: I’m bad at keeping track of how many words I’ve written, so I don’t have a number to give you. I … Continue reading

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