“After all,” Anne had said to Marilla once, “I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which anything very splendid or wonderful or exciting happens but just those that bring simple little pleasures, following one another softly, like pearls slipping off a string.”
Once upon a time, there was a blank page.
It was an evil blank page.
The writer came to it, and screamed in horror.
Then she took a pen.
The pen was sharp and stabby.
It was a very good pen.
Ink dripped off the nib and onto the page.
Then it splattered all over the room as the writer stabbed and ripped the paper to shreds.
The end.
I have the best in laws in the world for giving me this to celebrate DUALED’s launch. Because those writing days will still continue to happen, book release or not!
Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?
I finished my homework then worked on my novel. So much angst and death.
Only 1600 words into my novel and I’m already planning on killing someone off. >:)
This is my life quote at the moment. I am not a nurse or a doctor or a teacher, but I will be a psychologist and writer. I want to help people discover their beautiful lives. (Taken with Instagram)
A snake came writhing, crawling on its belly. He shed his skin and left it in the dust, his pilgrimage complete.
“The novelist Chaim Potok recalls being urged by his mother to forgo writing: ‘Be a brain surgeon. You’ll keep a lot of people from dying; you’ll make a lot more money.’ Potok’s response: ‘Mama, I don’t want to keep people from dying; I want to show them how to live.’”
-Social Psychology by David G. Myers.
| Me every time I start writing something: | No one will ever read this. |
| Me: | It'll be ok. Just keep writing. |
| Me: | People will hate it. |
| Me: | So you keep writing till you get better. |
