Welcome to NaNo. For some of you this won’t be true, but for the rest of us: get ready for this chart to be your life every day for a month!
Also, sorry for the cursing! It was too good not to reblog.
Some year I will actually participate in NaNoWriMo…but this is not that year. Too much work with other things for this to be a good thing unfortunately, it would just become another migraine trigger. :/ Oodles of props and fun to everyone else I know who will, though. You guys shall have a jolly good time.
This chart is still relevant to my interests.
- Talain Rayne
- The Civil Wars
- Beth Gibbons and the Rustin Man
- Glen Hansard and Margaret Irglova
- Fleet Foxes
- Band of Horses
Anyone else noticing a pattern here?
Super chill music is chill. And GREAT for the piece I’m working on.
If only I could write
the thoughts that live inside my head.
I don’t feel them
I don’t see them
I can’t hear them
or smell them
or taste them.
They just live there.
And they won’t move out.
They like the inside of my head
maze though it may be
better than the stark loneliness
of the blank page
and the threatening “come hither”
of the flashing cursor.
If only they would relocate
or at least buy a summer home
on the beaches of a white page
or even the open skies of conversation
instead of the secluded forests and hidden glades
where my thoughts coalesce.
they choose to stay home
and refuse to venture out
and meet the others beyond their borders.
There is no rule on how to write. Sometimes it comes easily and perfectly; sometimes it’s like drilling rock and then blasting it out with charges.
Read, read, read. Read everything — trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it’s good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out of the window.
… And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
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