March 2012
“Sometimes it feels like I’ve spent most of my life turning pages.”
– a line from the novel
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I've been giving myself small rewards for writing.
Rewards have included:
Getting to watch the newest episode of Skins
Buying a new shirt
Mango sorbet…yum.
Beer
Extra hours of sleep (like, if I write now, I’m allowed to sleep in tomorrow)
A half an hour on Tumblr
It definitely helps on days when it’s hard to get going to know that once I’m done, something good will await me on the other side.
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An observation: Writing & Talking
Lately I’ve begun talking to myself as I write. This, in and of itself is not a new development, but the talking has become more frequent and more insistent. I shake my head and mutter “No, no, no…that’s all wrong.” Or I’ll shout “What’s the word…what is the word?” as I snap my fingers above my head while I try to figure out the word...
Hi, Tumblr. This is a thank you.
fishingboatproceeds:
I just found out that The Fault in Our Stars will be #1 on the New York Times bestseller list for the SEVENTH consecutive week.
This is ridiculously wonderful news, and I could never have imagined my book would have this kind of life (particularly given that none of my previous books has been anywhere on the bestseller list for even half this long).
I just want to say...
February 2012
“I’m sinking like a stone in the sea. I’m burning like a bridge for your body.”
– Brand New (via hiddenpages)
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My draft will be finished in less than two months.
I can’t fucking believe I’m actually this close.
“One night they fell asleep, side by side. He slept curled upon her back; a dark...”
– A.S. Byatt, Possession (via thejeanicole)
On Writing. (A bit long. Sorry.)
neil-gaiman:
I got up this morning, and read the thirty or so questions that people had left in the last 8 hours. And apart from the few that wanted to tell me that, honestly, there’s nothing in the whole world like a photo of a gentleman holding a small yellow chainsaw, most of the rest of them were writing questions, about how you start writing and how you continue, and how you keep going when...
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“You don’t need water to feel like you’re drowning do you?”
– Jodi Picoult - Nineteen Minutes (via quote-book)
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The Hectic Glow
metatfios:
“He played me a couple songs he liked by a band called The Hectic Glow…” (Green 36)
“Decay and disease are often beatutiful, like the pearly tear of the shellfish and the hectic glow of consumption” (Thoreau Journal).
Thoreau writes of Consumption (now known as Tuberculosis, or, TB) with a poetic register of diction, highlighting the beauty in disease. TB in the 1800s parallels the...
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Kind of strongly considering an "Okay." tattoo
Quick, someone talk me out of it!
Or, you know, don’t.
“So won’t you just please…
Take my hand
and take my whole life too...”
– Ingrid Michaelson
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I'm currently skipping an Oscars party to read.
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nakedwonders:
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
-e. e. cummings
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I'm bribing myself with reading to force myself to...
My book is open on the table beside me and my nook is on the table too, turned on and opened to a new book I just downloaded. If I write for the next hour, I get to read for the hour after that.
I’m such a dork.
“She was so fragile, like everything always was in the moments that matter most....”
– a line from the novel
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“The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: A boy who loves you.”
– Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
“We acknowledge that being the person God made you cannot separate you from God’s...”
– John Green and David Levithan (via petalsquotesandthorns)
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A few of my thoughts as I'm writing:
“I’m so funny!”
“But…would other people think that’s funny?”
“I should totally change this character’s name.”
“Wait, what does this character look like again?”
“Comma. No, semi-colon. No, definitely a comma.”
“Did I really just write that?”
“I’m never going to finish this...
nickmiller:
“I want you to imagine a world where writing is a very uncool talent. Imagine that there’s very little money in it. Imagine that your parents will hate you for embracing it, that your friends will make fun of you, that no girl will be impressed by it. Imagine that you’ll never truly be fulfilled by anything that you write. Imagine a life stacked with frustrating days and lonely...
