“There is no month in the whole year in which nature wears a more beautiful appearance than in the month of August.”
~Charles Dickens in The Pickwick Papers
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Stephanie Nikolopoulos is a writer, editor, writing teacher, and speaker based in New York City.
She is the coauthor, with Paul Maher Jr., of "Burning Furiously Beautiful: The True Story of Jack Kerouac's 'On the Road.'"
You can email her at stephanie_701 {@} yahoo.com
I got to host a reading for the literary organization I colead and read some of my own poetry at the 10th Annual New York City Poetry Festival last weekend! Congrats to the Redeemed Writers Group for a fantastic reading! Someone in the audience told me the group was one of the best they heard at the festival. And special thanks to the Chumley’s stage hosts and all the festival organizers who worked tirelessly to make the two-day Woodstock of words go so smoothly! As well, thanks to Governors Island for opening up such a beautiful space for us to continue the great oral tradition of Homer, Jack Kerouac, griots, and so many more poets before us.
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Late morning writing — or rather I should say, rewriting — session at Ralph’s Coffee. I was revising a work I began a few years ago, and it felt like a homecoming to return to it. I was pleasantly surprised to discover that although it needed tweaks, the bones of the work were solid. I had subconsciously been avoiding it out of fear that my previous work was worthless, and I’m so glad I faced the page again because I believe so much in this particular project. I bribed myself with a latte from the coffee shop at Ralph Lauren. I love the architecture of the two buildings and the immaculate interior of the women’s shop, and I feel so grateful for moments like this where I get to enjoy a creative retreat and work on my craft in a beautiful space. My cup overflows.
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love what you did with the pic! beautiful!!
and great quote!