Make It With Michael

http://ift.tt/2ts5HKD By Jeff Bullas So you pick up a book. Start reading. Creating pictures in your mind. Imagining. The wooden cabin nestles in the shadow of a snow covered mountain. The day has darkened and the twilight is fading as the sun has just dipped below the summit. You can smell the cedar fire and feel the warmth of the burning logs on your face. It’s remote. Miles from the nearest road. An inspiration haven. The blanket is soft cashmere and the cat lies at your feet purring. The book’s cover is cold to the touch and its smell reminds you of mother’s musky damp house. That’s where you found the book that is now in your hands. There is a soft but insistent knock on the door. No one knows I am here? What is writing? According to Stephen King. An act of telepathy. Books take you places. The writer created it in another town and time. You opened its pages. You were transported. To another year. Another place. They also are the distillation of decades of an expert’...

By Jeff Bullas So you pick up a book. Start reading. Creating pictures in your mind. Imagining. The wooden cabin nestles in the shadow of a snow covered mountain. The day has darkened and the twilight is fading as the sun has just dipped below the summit. You can smell the cedar fire and feel the warmth of the burning logs on your face. It’s remote. Miles from the nearest road. An inspiration haven. The blanket is soft cashmere and the cat lies at your feet purring. The book’s cover is cold to the touch and its smell reminds you of mother’s musky damp house. That’s where you found the book that is now in your hands. There is a soft but insistent knock on the door. No one knows I am here? What is writing? According to Stephen King. An act of telepathy. Books take you places. The writer created it in another town and time. You opened its pages. You were transported. To another year. Another place. They also are the distillation of decades of an expert’s experience and skill...