if the months had faces → Kaya Scodelario as January, suggested by crazybitcharoundhere
that's all she wrote: Breaking writing habits -
Habits in writing are natural. Like any other habit, they serve as a safety net and a place where we can surround ourselves in comfortable things that work for us. In short fiction, these habits might not stand out so much. In long fiction, however, repetitious formulas…
I’m going to Disneyland at the end of the month and I thought I’d give Peter a letter with all the people that appreciate what he’s done for the children he meets every day. Reblog this and I’ll put your url in the letter. I don’t care how many notes this gets I will put everyone who likes or reblogs this in the letter. Show Pete we care about him!
Working on editing two books at once is harder than I thought…
I miss summer vacations.
I miss knowing what I’m doing, at least for a little while. Every time I think about it now, it all seems so overwhelming. The world gets so, so much bigger and more complex when you grow up.
I’m glad it didn’t always seem this way. I wouldn’t have known what to do at all.
bird by bird
A Daddy’s Letter to His Little Girl (About Her Future Husband)
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
(Source: followandreblog, via gotproperdead)
Fan fiction. It’s…complicated. I truly believe that fans should be able to perform any and all fan activity they please, and remain unmolested in that activity. I have always maintained a “run and play!” policy with regards to my own work — it doesn’t hurt me or my ability to make money from my work. In all the online hulaballoo about fan fiction, wha tis often lost is that for those of us who are not bestselling authors, fan fiction is advertisement. It helps us. Most of us would be delighted with the most bizarre slashfic if it meant someone loved our characters that much. Most of us will never have the gigantic fan bases that breed fanfic.
I think it would be ironic and disingenuous for me to say that people shouldn’t write it — what, exactly, am I doing when I retell Snow White or Hansel and Gretel? The Orphan’s Tales requires other texts to exist, to function. No book can live in a vacuum. They are always already — to crib my man Jacques — in dialogue with other books. So I encourage my fans to write fanfic — it can be holy work, to dwell in a story and expand its borders.
Not all of it is. Much of it is poorly written, and I don’t think it serves anyone to pretend that’s not the case. But that’s okay, too, it doesn’t have to be. The real issue here is legitimacy, and unfortunately a lot of authors behave as though fanfic somehow threatens them on the level of mercury poisoning, threatens their ability to control what is legitimate. I do think there is a line between professional and fan work, of course there is, but I don’t really think it’s in danger of being scuffed, Nebulas notwithstanding. Fan writing needs source material, guys. Chill. — Catherynne M. Valente, Spring 2008. (via regndoft)
(Source: goblinfruit.net, via totalrewrite)
A picture says a thousand words. Write them.
Mission: Write a story, a description, a poem, a metaphor, a commentary, or a critique about this picture. Write something about this picture.
Be sure to tag writeworld in your block!