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inkyprose · 6 years
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writing tip: don’t tell us your character’s backstory. don’t tell us what your character is thinking. don’t tell us what your character is doing. don’t tell us anything. the reader should simply look at a blank page and be suddenly overcome with emotion.
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“It’s possible, in a poem or short story, to write about commonplace things and objects using commonplace but precise language, and to endow those things—a chair, a window curtain, a fork, a stone, a woman’s earring—with immense, even startling power.”
— Raymond Carver (via colubrina)
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inkyprose · 6 years
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“WRITE IT BADLY. Write it badly, write it badly, write it badly, write it badly. Stop what you’re doing, open a Word document, put a pencil on some paper, just get the idea out of your head. Let it be good later. Write it down now. Otherwise it will die in there.”
Brandon Sanderson on overcoming writer’s block to create a first draft as a professional author (via almost-always-eventually-right)
Brandon Sanderson is a delight.
(via femalewerewolfimpersonator)
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inkyprose · 6 years
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there’s going to be a difference sometimes between the stories that you find masterfully crafted and the stories that mean a lot to you personally and those two things don’t have to overlap completely or even at all to make that story worthwhile
and that’s a good thing to remember as a reader/viewer/etc but also as a writer because even if whatever you ultimately write is full of mistakes, someone out there is gonna take it so to heart that it fundamentally changes them as a person. and that is. Huge.
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Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville-West
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Toni Morrison on her morning ritual
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inkyprose · 6 years
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Sometimes writing is like having an enormous lake in your head, and you want to get it out of your head and into a proper place for a lake so other people can come and go swimming and ride jet skis and stuff, except all you have to move the lake is a teaspoon. So you’re just sitting there frantically flinging water out of the lake with your teaspoon and telling people, “Guys, this lake is going to be so cool when it’s done,” but it will never be done. There is so much lake.
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sappho fragment 80 (l-p 126)
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Will you tell me where you are? Yes, I will.
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someone has asked to draw asami being flustered and who am i to refuse
bonus:
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inkyprose · 6 years
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I’m pretty sure I met two spirits of the forest today.
The first was a little calico cat sitting in the ruins of a fortress at the top of a mountain. The curling fog that covered everything, the chill that swept over the crumbling stone...the tourists—she was unfazed by all of it, tail and paws curled up under her as she surveyed her domain with a dark half-slit gaze. This was not an easy location to access, mind you...a long trek through twisty trees and up a mountain to where the air is almost too thin to breathe. But there she was. A queen to be sure.
The second was a wild dog-like creature, something like a coyote or a dingo with pale gold fur and a yellow strip on its tail. Our meeting was an accident. I hadn’t really intended to wander away from the main cobblestone path. But I did anyway because I can’t resist a well-tread dirt trail with secrets to tell, I really can’t, for better or worse.
Anyway, this creature emerged from an ancient wall of trees, turned, and looked directly into my eyes. It considered me for a moment, a lifetime of a moment, with its black eyes and pricked, pointed ears. I could *feel* myself being scrutinized. And then without a hint of fanfare it turned and trotted off down the path with a swish in its tail.
It was the kind of place where this sort of thing just happened, a dark fairytale forest with ancient ruins buried among the trees, built by people lost to history who somehow still knew how to make a thing that lasts. It was the kind of place where you meet faerie children and forest spirits and if you are lucky they reveal themselves to you for a moment and vanish just as quickly and nevertheless you feel that you’ve been seen by a magic far older and greater than anything you know. It was just the kind of place where this thing happens and you don’t even question it. Like if I’m never in that place again, I know I’ve been seen by the old gods.
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inkyprose · 6 years
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*writes I LIKE GIRLS on every other page of my journals so future historians don’t try to insist that I’m straight”
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inkyprose · 6 years
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full offense but none of you would have ever survived fanfiction.net in 2009
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inkyprose · 6 years
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Feeling when you have an epiphany about a character that suddenly clarifies everything 😱
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f l o r a l wlw moodboard
happy pride month!
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