On a Bangkok Sky Train platform, the wordsmith, who came with her husband to the wedding in Thailand, pointed out a kiosk full of pens and notebooks named “The Stationery.” Underneath the shop’s name, in a handwritten font, a sign read: “The inspiration of creation begin with simply writing.” The wordsmith smiled, because in spite of the slightly awkward English she knew it was right on point for “Her spirits rose….”
And when I realized that Tuesday’s would be the 500th post begun by simply writing – or drawing – that seemed a lot of “inspiration of creation.”
My motivations to keep this up are never quite clear to me, other than the sheer challenge and pleasure of making something where there is nothing, facing blankness and shaping raw materials – words and images into Downtown Abbey stories, or a travel narrative. The effort of doing my best to describe a recipe or book or to make series of images of interest to you rewards me with memorable moments of doing.
By the blog I understand Tracy Kidder’s words when he writes that every story “has to be discovered twice” – both in the world and in the author’s workroom. Kidder says: “One discovers a story the second time by constructing it. In non-fiction the materials are factual, but the construction itself is something different from fact.”
At this milestone I thank again the wordsmith and my good-natured husband. Encouraging me with their enthusiasm and expectations, they’ve given their time, expertise, and camaraderie to this endeavor. I’ve enjoyed it, and I’m grateful.
And thank you wonderful readers, many of whom have been aboard for all 500 posts – especially those whose voices in comments have become a familiar and enriching part of the blog. The inspiration of creation might begin with writing, but satisfying connection comes from readers reading and responding.
Thank you!

Tags: art, blog, Creativity, katy gilmore, writing
March 7, 2013 at 7:43 am |
Thank you, Katy! You have enriched my new life by opening the “book of blog.” I plan to read every single one of your 500 pages and enjoy the story and illustrations. To think that I didn’t want to complicate my new status as an over-70 senior by these new ways of communicating is just dumb, You mentioned Tracy Kidder’s words, and I think I have them all – his book’s words, at least. I’ve been a Tracy Kidder fan since he came out with House(and I would have properly underlined that title if could find the right button on this machine..) Blog today……computer skills tomorrow.
~Jane
March 7, 2013 at 7:52 am |
Oh Yay Jane! Welcome to Hsr…! I often think of you when I write because you and I used to love and talk about those Dee Hardie “Thoughts of Home” pieces – an early influence. xo
March 7, 2013 at 7:45 am |
You have provided me with inspiration many a day. Thanks so much for just being there and doubly for sharing. And congrats on 500 posts! Barb at Alchemy of Clay
March 7, 2013 at 7:53 am |
Thank you for your note Barb – I’m so glad! Katy
March 7, 2013 at 9:47 am |
This is so right, and I’ve learned – and am still learning – about ‘telling the story twice” through this blog and the workroom. Turning the mundane into art seems what it’s all about. It’s like having the sun suddenly shine on an dull-seeming object and giving it shape and form and shadows and interest where before it might have been overlooked. We read for these moments – we write for these moments- and we make art so that we can share them. Thanks again!
March 7, 2013 at 9:31 pm |
You are welcome Carol – and what a description of a Crump painting “shape and form and shadows and interest.” I am so so glad that The Workroom helped jump start your writing project and that you have so wonderfully kept it up!
March 7, 2013 at 10:17 am |
Long may you blog (and write and draw and paint), Katy! I’m a late comer to ‘her spirits rose’ but I enjoy it all immensely! xox, Vicki
March 13, 2013 at 6:28 pm |
Congratulations, Katy! Wow, 500 posts of inspiration, beauty, yumminess & insight. You give an ongoing unfolding gift to us all, and I am glad to be part of your circle. Love, Andie