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—Dead Poets Society (via paperboatsandaeroplanes)
You know…I really need to see this movie.
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—Dead Poets Society (via paperboatsandaeroplanes)
You know…I really need to see this movie.

I got really depressed this past couple weeks about still not having a book published. This IS pretty much what I look like depressed. I’ve had my agent for almost 4 years now and I’ve written 3 novels, and I have nothing to show for it. I thought all the difficulties in being a writer were trying to get an agent, and then after that you were all set. Anyway, he wrote me today and said, “We’re not giving up!” Okay, okay, we’re not giving up.
Hot tea, skeleton jammies (thanks, Infamous BlueJay!), Interview With The Vampire on in the background, and cats sleeping around my feet. Yes, it’s writing time!
<3
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Does anyone else lie in bed at 2:30am filled with the crippling fear that they’re never going to accomplish anything in life and fail miserably or is that just me?
Um, lately, yes. If my agent honestly can’t get me a book deal for this second book either, it may be for the rest of my life…
Tonight it’s laundry and reading one of my new library books: The Woman in Black (haven’t seen the movie yet) and The White Devil. Hmm, gothic ghost story or gothic ghost story? ;) I need some inspiration for the novel I’m writing now, which I want to stay a little on the creepy side, even though it’s fantasy. I need suspense and atmosphere.
~3-hares / David Wyatt. In The Word Wood.
If this were landscape, I’d make it my wallpaper.
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Larry McMurtry; Literary Life: A Second Memoir
[I know exactly what he means, this happens to me every time I write. The characters take over, they end up telling me what to write. It’s a strange phenomenon.]
(via wordpainting)
YES.
fek:
In Blood Meridian, Cormac McCarthy gave readers the bloody scalps of Indian heads.
In his latest effort, Cormac McCarthy gives readers the bloody scalps of punctuation marks.
!!
Fuck Cormac McCarthy.
Indeed. Semicolons rock.
Write. Now.
You are at work. —> Well, crap. Okay, write when you get home, if you’re not too tired.
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