On Sunday, I sat down to write my very first novel. It had taken me a lot to get up, bring out my pen and paper to actually begin writing. Three lines in and I was like, “Wait, that’s not how it’s supposed to go. ” But I decided to go with the flow. And … Read moreToo many ideas
“’cause Sundays are my suicide days. ” –Twenty one pilots. I’ve started dreading Sundays. They’re my worst day of the week. I don’t know exactly which part I hate the most: the pretense from 9 (sometimes 8) to 12 or the feeling of uselessness afterwards. This Sunday, however, I planned on writing. I’m working on … Read moreSnot, tears and sweat on a Sunday morning
I’ve always been more interested in teaching myself. If I want to explore something, I never think about attending a class; I do the reading on my own or seek out experts for conversations. Everything we’re forced to learn at school we quickly forget, but the things we set out to learn ourselves — to … Read moreYou never forget what you teach yourself.
To everyone, myself included, looking at that piece of work and cringing till your neck hurts. Those ideas you just wrote is one big, strong, naked god and emits godly light. It’s beautiful, it’s raw, it’s holy-shit-I-saw-Aphrodite’s-nudes and it’s not fit to be seen by humans. In order to put it out there (hello, God … Read moreThe first draft of anything is a naked god
The human brain is hardwired to pay attention to story. Imagine you’re sipping coke and the bottle slips out of your hands, falls to the ground and shatters. Now imagine that before the bottle falls, you’re sitting in your green couch in your green living room with the AC on and the fan rotating (I … Read moreHardwired For Story