It’s wonderful to look back at our old writing and cringe. It simply means we...– Jeanne Voelker (via writingquotes)
Anonymous asked: My favorite sound in the world is the crackle a hard cover book makes the first time you open it.
Zombie WIP Con-Crit
Hello there! I saw you were looking for constructive criticism on your zombie WIP, so I thought I might take a peek at it. I think it’s certainly a good start. You have clearly put some thought into the virus, and I can appreciate your inclination to operate in a counter-intuitive way, by stating in the narrative that this zombie outbreak did not happen as one might expect. That said, I...
5 stages of (writing) grief
Denial: I'm not sure I agree with your criticisms my dear sir. My friends like it! My mom likes it! You're totally wrong. You don't know anything.
Anger: SCREW THEM THEY DONT KNOW ME THEY DONT KNOW MY LIFE THEY DONT KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH
Bargaining: Please God. If you just help me get an agent first, I promise, I'll make all the changes I need to make to this manuscript and I will work so hard on the next one. Just help with the agent part first, okay?
Depression: I suggest we drink before we go out drinking. Oh right. No one else is here, and I'm drinking alone.
Me: Makes a cup of tea. Stares at screen. Cracks knuckles. and (finally) starts typing.
There is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.– J.R.R. Tolkien (via jenngofett)
Beyond treating individual letters as physical objects, the human brain may also...– Scientific American explores the reading brain in the digital age. (via explore-blog)
She stuck a bookmark in my heart and walked away.– Saul Williams, from “She” (via belle-de-nuit)
tapnashey asked: Liked your Zombie story. Describe what the zombies look like physically and what they sound like?
I got lost in him, and it was the kind of lost that’s exactly like being found.– Claire LaZebnik, Epic Fail (via natashakills)
Zombie novel thingy; feedback is much appreciated. http://whispering-literature.tumblr.com/ask [[MORE]] The world didn’t end like in the movies. There was no screaming and running, no explosions or mass hysteria. Cars were not lined up and abandoned on the streets with bags on seats or doors hanging ajar. Neighbors didn’t fight in grocery stores over cans of beans or bottled water. Everyone...
I'm writing a zombie novel thingy (and am in need...
So far I’ve written three paragraphs. In a month. Go me. Would anyone want to read/see/laugh at/judge it?
When it comes to writing I’ve found I need a personal ass-kicker, because otherwise I have the mentality of “I’ll write it later…”
I did a thing. I made a dapper blog. Because that’s my style :D http://dapper-n-dandy.tumblr.com/ Check it out?
Plot twist: You actually finish everything on your to-read list.
Spice Shop by Gabriel Gadfly →
writingforsanityssake: This spring afternoon, the sun through the windows warms old barn-beam shelves and glass jars full of spices with names like small poems: pink peppercorn, red saffron, turmeric and star anise, and bulbs of blooming teas, of jasmine and globe amaranth, yellow osmanthus ready to steep and unfurl. The owner is writing the spice of the month on a chalkboard so old...
With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you...– Jarod Kintz (via seabois)
My someone’s dad recently discovered how to torrent things. Like books. I may or may not be the proud owner of over 100 books on my kindle. May or may not. If I will be judged and told on… then not. There are no books. Books that I’ve wanted for so many years. Nope.
me: *has 10 books to read*
me: *buys 3 more*
me: another 5 won't hurt
I want to read crate-fulls of old used, bent, wrinkly paged books. With the...– (via impulseandinstincts)
A World Without
Blinding light and a warm summer breeze never seem to lack in this place. Los Angeles the city of fame, tragedy and talent, the City of Angels I love and adore, my only home. The big town engulfs its occupants in cold dealings and attracts wishful outsides with its glamour and promises of dreams. Not for you though, not for the likes of your burning auburn hair. How long has it...
I spend half the night in his unmade bed, his warm body sculpted around mine in...– my new novel is getting pretty angsty (via ashwrites)
And on the subject of burning books: I want to congratulate librarians, not...– Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country