This quote is from a book I just finished while home with my kids this week. The title is "The Year of Pleasures", by Elizabeth Berg. The main character, Betta had a cool perspective on keeping a scrapbook. While hers was filled with newspaper clippings, photos of random objects and unsuspecting strangers of different cultures.
"It became my habit to sit sometimes in the afternoon with a cup of tea, making up stories to fit the pictures. It was a different kind of writing, in a way; nothing I had to put to paper or turn over to a publisher or anyone else. It was imagination back to its purest and best form, unpolluted by thoughts of deadlines and reviews and sales figures and book tours. I liked the way the stories changed each time I flipped through the pages. I liked the way bits of dialogue would come into my head, strains of music, and I liked the way the pictures would sometimes expand in my mind"...
Love it.
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