1 Write.
2 Put one word after another. Find the right word, put it down.
3 Finish what you’re writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it.
4 Put it aside. Read it pretending you’ve never read it before. Show it to friends whose opinion you respect and who like the kind of thing that this is.
5 Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong.
6 Fix it. Remember that, sooner or later, before it ever reaches perfection, you will have to let it go and move on and start to write the next thing. Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.
7 Laugh at your own jokes.
8 The main rule of writing is that if you do it with enough assurance and confidence, you’re allowed to do whatever you like. (That may be a rule for life as well as for writing. But it’s definitely true for writing.) So write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I’m not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.
| — | Ralph Marston (via kristianbouw) |
The shock of being awoken from a dream… the confusion, mixed with sadness and the fear of what’s to come. That’s how I feel right now. As if my whole life so far has been this distant dream, this comfortable bubble that’s been sheltering me from the real world. Oh real world… it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time. So dull, so normal, nothing like what I’d dreamed you up to be. I remember it so clearly, that dream. It still lives within me warring against this world I’m seeing now. But I don’t know how much longer I can keep it alive. Do others go through this too, whenever it is that they approach the immensity of the real world. Do they reminisce about the simple days of childhood before moving forward? Days filled with number 2 pencils and packed lunches. Oh School… you coddled me, you kept me close and distracted, you told me to dream and dream big and then you left stranded and alone in this ginormous world with nothing but a suitcase full of dreams and nowhere to go.
| — | Derrick Brown |
In the midst of defeat and confusion I still can’t help but think that there’s something good coming.
It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone, the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain.
Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there, and you have, too. You’re nodding your head.
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Henry Rollins (via julie911 ) |
We are all different. That’s a fact (if not, it should be). Some of us are quiet and some of us our loud. Some are both. Some are active and some are lazy and many many are both. It goes on and on…
But we are all made of the same stuff. That humanity business. You know it. The blood that rushes through those veins, the air that swims in and out of those lungs.
So don’t tell me that your body—you know that thing that you forget every once and a while—don’t tell me it doesn’t talk to you. It may be in different ways, sure… because we are different. But it talks nonetheless. You might get sick, you might cry, you might feel tired or energetic. And you’re cute, because you think you can control it. No no. That’s you’re body talking to you. So just listen.
