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"Perseverance"

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , Nov 01 2012 · 195 views

Every now and then, we all feel a little despondence. We lose hope or confidence and we feel down. Especially when we're about to tackle a daunting task, we all have our misgivings.

The specific thought that brings this all to mind is National Novel Writing Month. A lot of writers are dedicating themselves to the task of writing a hefty 50,000 words during the course of the ensuing month, and that is no simple task.

So for them, for anyone who needs a little inspiration, I offer this poem. It is actually a rewrite of a poem by Edgar Best, "It Couldn't Be Done." This version is by Edward Carp.


Perseverance


Somebody said it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied,
Maybe it couldn't, but I will be one,
Who'll never say 'No!' 'til I've tried."

So he buckled right in,
With a trace of a grin
On his face, if he worried he hid it.
And he tackled that thing that couldn't be done,

And he couldn't do it.



Yeah, you might want to look up that original. But I hope I helped. ;D

National Novel Writing Month writers, or anyone in general: Keep trying, keep persevering, and never lose hope!

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:




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Start Off Each Day With a Joke

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , Oct 18 2012 · 150 views

Did you hear about the stick up on the bridge?

. . . No?

I wonder who threw it up there?

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:




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Dialect: Yea or Nay?

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , in Wordsmithery Oct 17 2012 · 162 views

Simple question. When you're reading a book, how do you feel about accent? What do you like to see, and what do you dislike? Do you prefer to be free from the occasional phonetic spellings? I'd like to hear your thoughts. Or perhaps, "I'd like to heah yore though's."

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:




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The Hardest Path

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , in Wordsmithery Oct 16 2012 · 128 views

The detritus of an Ambage write-off isn't always pretty. The theme was "pathfinding," a forecast of the contest. I this day wrote my two entries and submitted them. Though by the rules of the contest I am permitted a third, I rejected this story due to a lack of love for it that, if you read it, will be understandable.

That said, I did in a small way enjoy writing it; though it was a bittersweet feeling as would accompany any writing taking place in the constraints of fifteen minutes is wont to be.

That all said, here is the refuse, the poorly executed forerunner of my The Extra Mile:


The Hardest Path


The stars were bright that night. I don’t think they’ve ever been brighter. It’s funny. The whole evening had been that way.

The twilight had been more golden than I had ever seen it. It gilded everything it touched, glimmering on the drops from the afternoon’s rain. The humidity in the air was warm and caressing, nothing less.

And the rays of the sun as they touched the skies, lending its tinctures to the clouds in varying shades, can only be described by one word: magical.

Even her eyes that night glowed with a sheen that transcended her consuetudinary effervescence.

Ironic. When I felt at my worst, the world is at its best.

When I felt in the depths of despair, the world around me was in the heights of glory.

Even when the tears hung on her lashes like the last raindrops hung from the leaves of the trees; even when her face was as moist as the sodden earth; even when she could hardly keep her voice level, she was smiling at me.

That smile. She always smiled. Always. I’ll never forget it. That memory will be all that remains to keep me company.

She told me it was over. She told me that friendship was no longer possible, the way she felt . . . and the way she knew I felt.

But she told me she wasn’t ready for anything more. And in my heart I knew that I wasn’t, either.

And now I’m lost. And alone. And waiting, and searching. Perusing the profundity of my broken heart and my wounded soul.

Time. It can be an impasse as substantial as any other. Incorporeal or not, it’s more insuperable than most, for there is only one way to overcome it.

Let it pass. Let it go by.

It’s a mire. It’s daunting. But I have to trudge me way through. I have to wait.

How could I do anything else? It’s all I can do for her, now. I always swore I would do everything; how could I turn back now?

When I made the pledge with but God as my witness, I had no idea the task she would require of me would be as hard as this. But I’ll find my way through. I have to.

I love her. How can I do anything else?

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:




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Ambage Fortnightly Flash Fiction Contest

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , in Wordsmithery Oct 16 2012 · 103 views
Pathfinding

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Is it your purpose to express yourself? Do you want to bring form to thought? Or are you just bored?

Then why not pit your pencil against your fellow writers (or become a fellow writer if you are not!) and join the second Ambage Fortnightly Flash Fiction Contest? Come create with us, and discover meaning in experience!


To dispense with the infomercial talk, the theme is "Pathfinding." Personally I have several ideas, and one of them may just involve a young boy wandering in the woods with a stuffed tiger. But don't worry, the other is deeper. Given that the entry limit is three stories, I might just write both.

And if you ask me, it's almost too easy to connect Pathfinding to Nighthawks. But personally I prefer my other story concepts.

What are yours?

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:




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Writing Agenda

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , in Wordsmithery Oct 05 2012 · 150 views

I compiled a list to keep me on track of all my projects that pertain to writing, and I thought I'd share it.


On BZP:
- Co-host the Ambage
- Keep up with SSCC reviews
- A long list of "to-reads"
- Plan and write Nothing Destined with AZBlue and Tekulo
- Post The Last Avatar

Elsewhere:
- Write a series of mystery puzzles
- Script a comic series for an artist
- Collaborate on a tongue-in-cheek article on gaming
- Write an article on detective fiction
- Coordinate a writing club

In Life:
- Revise my recently finished mystery novel
- Maintain an 800-words-a-day minimum writing the sequel to the aforementioned
- Convince a friend to let me read her creative writing class works
- Critique same
- Otherwise continue convincing said friend to embrace the gift I have noticed previously in her writings


And by the way, Tekulo, sorry for the delay in my brainstorming response. But here you have my list of excuses. XD I'll reply soon, I prom--well, hope. :P



Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:




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Nuile's Ambage Achievements

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , in Wordsmithery Oct 02 2012 · 124 views

Here I've compiled my list of achievements:

Into the Sky(pe)! - Participate in a Skype Write Off (5 Points)
Passion

Manuscript Kiddie Pool - Post a short story. (10 Points)
In the Jungle

I Bet You Think You're Funny - Post a comedy. (10 Points)
A Game of Ponies

The Typewriter is Dead - Post a compiled total of 10 works across all forums. (25 Points)
In the Jungle, Karzahni's Locker, Stellar Quest: The Black Gate Opens, Gold and Silver Remembrances, Jungle Beauty, Jungle Rhythm, Lhii and the Hunters of the Dark, The Necrofinch, Mirror, Heritable Honor.

Lyrical Genius - Write a substantial songfic. (10 Points)
Gold and Silver Remembrances

Heartbreaker - Write a substantial romance. (10 Points)
Lighthearted

Vague Subject Matter - Post a story in Completely Off Topic. (10 Points)
Broad Focus Lens - Post 5 stories in Completely Off Topic (30 Points)
Forget-Me-Not Hill, The Right Path, Doctor Who?, The Chimera, Feel Good

Critical Thinking - Substantially review a short story. (10 Points)
The Golden Age

Generalized Words - Review a story in Completely Off Topic. (10 Points)
Inside

Bring in the Specialists - Make a request from the SSCC. (5 Points)
Repeat Customer - Make more than one request from the ECC or SSCC. (15 Points)

Gold and Silver Remembrances, I am the Jungle

A Lovely Contestant - Participate in an official BZP Writing contest. (10 Points)
The Twilight Game

Point Total: 160 points (Novice Novelist)
One Review Token

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:




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Of Literary Sallies Both Foregoing and Ongoing of our Noble Writer-Errant

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , in Bibliophilism Oct 02 2012 · 226 views

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It started out slowly and gained speed as it went along, becoming an exciting tale of espionage. It follows the adventures of one Peter Gudge, whom I can describe as nothing more than a bum, as he by happenstance becomes a spy for big business in "American City" in an attempt to root out Communism.


I don't particularly care for the style of Mr. Sinclair, and though it is an interesting story, I personally cannot stand that knavish poltroon the writer calls his protagonist. If my words have not served enough already to sufficiently describe him, I will add to his squalor and pusillanimity that he is caddish, cavalier, greedy, and insufferably stupid.


I personally enjoyed the book for the reason that I was interested in reading of the Red Scare of 1917-1920. If that is your curiosity, this is a great read. If you have no regard for the subject, I suggest you withhold your regard from this novel.





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What do you get when you cross a yellow teddy bear with a bullet in the head? . . . You get A. A. Milne.


In the days before Winnie-the-Pooh, the creator of the iconic character of children's literature wrote a detective story of the most classical caliber. Written 1922, it followed all the rules and traditions of the genre--the rules, at least, of that particular period--in a most tasteful murder mystery.


He created a very pleasant character in his sleuth, Tony Gillingham, a sort of knight-errant in his own right. The mystery was clever but a little simple; but my greatest complaint is not toward the author, rather toward the time. This was written just before the dawn of the Golden Era, during a period when it was not altogether uncommon for a mystery to supply only one suspect who, lo and behold! turns out to be guilty. In spite of this, Milne successfully supplied us with a good twist at the end and a most entertaining and amusing read that makes the novel well worth reading.





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I don't want to tell you what it's about, because that would spoil part of the fun of reading it. The plot is intentionally left a mystery for some chapters and therefore I will tell you only that it centers around four children who, in passing a series of strange tests, are chosen for a special task.


In style, tone, and even some ways in story does the author much resemble Lemony Snicket. The difference, however, lies in that while Snicket was a cynical, melancholy drudge who wrote meaningless stories that ultimately left the reader wishing he hadn't read them, yet (in my case) mysteriously tempted to read them again; Stewart writes to the same level of plot complexity and characterization without the unexplained enigmas, profuse ambiguities, and pointless woes. There is, indeed, a happy, conclusive ending that left me very much sated and content and eager to read more.


I will observe, if it was not already rendered clear, that this is a children's book; yet if you feel that matters, I refer you to that literary genius, C.S Lewis: "No reader worth his or her salt trots along in obedience to a time-table."


For what audience a book was written cannot encumber my enjoyment of a very well-written tale.





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This is a classic story of love, music, mystery, adventure and a little madness. Not an uncommon thing in older works it starts out slowly with too great an emphasis on information, but soon picks up and brings us an exciting and heart-twisting tale about the Viscount Raoul de Chagny and the singer for whom his own heart croons dulcet ballads. I expected a mystery; but I got, and not to my disappointment, a very sweet romance.





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Have I not said before that this estimable woman is the only and only true Queen of Crime? Maybe I have not; but I affirm it now.


The goings-on at the Meadowbank girls' school were enough to keep me constantly turning pages, but when you integrate with surprising incongruity a revolution in a Middle Eastern country and the activities of British espionage, you get the type of imbroglio that makes Agatha Christie famous.


This, however, does not earn a rank, in my opinion, among her best novels. The ending--I will say nothing more!--disappointed me in some ways, though in others I was shocked and thoroughly satisfied by the brilliance of the authoress.


I shall merely say that any Agatha Christie is worth reading, and that you must judge the denouement in your own opinion.




Last but not least, the current quest upon which I have embarked:



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Most people--especially these days!--would look at a book of this length and this antiquity and suspect it of being dry and vapid. Especially after reading Phantom of the Opera, this is rather what I was inclined to expect.


But I have been proved very tidily wrong. Cervantes's language (as translated into ours) is brilliantly colorful, and though there are touches of blandness and prolix digression to his storytelling, he has a style so engaging, a mind so clever, and a story so well worth telling that it does not matter.


Ormbsy I have heard criticized on count of adhering too closely to the words of Cervantes. That is precisely what I wanted, and that is why I chose his translation over others, never mind its status of being the classic and most renowned.


As I write I have only worked my way up to the tenth or eleventh chapter. I am enjoying it eminently thus far, and I will give you my overall thoughts when the time comes that I have done with the novel.



Now let me tell you a little of the long-time desire I have had to read this book. I was first struck most starkly by this urge very near to a year ago, very probably in the early weeks of the month of September, if not the late ones of August. It has been a mere matter of procrastination that has kept me from its pages this long, and there would be no interest in the telling of that portion of the story. But for years, before I had ever even heard of the illustrious Don Quixote, I have had a high admiration for him. This esteem comes from those beautiful words immortalized for ever in the lyrics of To Dream the Impossible Dream. Since I first heard it the song has held a special place in my heart, and especially in the past year has it become a source of great inspiration to me. I have, in fact, used these words and this song as the base for two novellas: Stellar Quest and a piece of Neopets fan fiction, The Gestes of Donovan Kachote. No song has ever meant quite as much to me as this one; no words more than these--and I hope that, have you not heard the song before, that you will look it up now, and that the lyrics may touch you as they have touched me:


To dream the impossible dream

To fight the unbeatable foe

To bear with unbearable sorrow

To run where the brave dare not go


To right the unrightable wrong

To love pure and chaste from afar

To try when your arms are too weary

To reach the unreachable star . . .



Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:




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I Will Now and Forever Love You (written to the tune of I'll Make a Man Out of You)

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , Sep 24 2012 · 122 views

So I had the song from Disney's Mulan stuck in my head, and suddenly in place of "how could I make a man out of you?" I started singing "how could I love any one but you?" And so the irresistible urge to rewrite the whole song to suit these lyrics struck me, and so here it is.

. . . I really have no excuse to give.

I've got news to tell you

So lend me your ears

Remember all the things

That I told you dear

You're the prettiest girl

I ever met

You're so sweet

And charming, too

How could I love any

one but you?

Tranquil as a garden

But aglow within

From the day I met you

Your heart was mine to win

Mine is yours and it

Will ever be

I have always loved you true

How could I love any

one but you?


Your splendor always caught
my breath

Only you who ever

knew me

Boy, was I a foolish mule

to let you go

Now that I have

got you back

I'll show you only

the true me

Just say Yes and I swear I'll

never say No


(I love you)

You're beautiful as

a glowing sunset

(I love you)

With all cadence

of a songbird's tune

(I love you)

With all the grace

of a prancing pony
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon

Time is racing toward us

till you'll be my bride

Not very long to go now

till the knot is tied

From this day forth

and forevermore

Now until my life

is through

How could I love any

one but you?

(I love you)

You're beautiful as

a glowing sunset

(I love you)

With all cadence

of a songbird's tune

(I love you)

With all the grace

of a prancing pony
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon

(I love you)

You're beautiful as

a glowing sunset

(I love you)

With all cadence

of a songbird's tune

(I love you)

With all the grace

of a prancing pony
Mysterious as the
dark side of the moon

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:




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Twinkle, Twinkle

Posted by Nuile the Paracosmic Tulpa , in Wordsmithery Sep 23 2012 · 105 views

This is the result of my first Ambage Write-off. Just managed to finish in the fifteen minutes allotted.

Theme: Passion


Twinkle, Twinkle


The fading sunlight shimmered on her dancing hair, turning her raven-black head to an aureole to frame her cordate, angelic face.

I swung my short legs off the edge of the bench as we leaned back, laughing at the joke I had just told.

“Patt,” she giggled, “you’re such a dork.”

I grinned. “But I’m an amusing dork.”

She tossed her head, and the hair danced even more. “So you say.”

“You’re the one who laughed.”

“I only giggled.”

“You were amused.”

“Oh, shut up.”

We swung our legs in synchronization as the sun continued to sink. The gently blowing breeze was growing in strength and lessening in temperature, carrying night in on black wings.

She raised a hand to point at the first star that appeared. “Look! I love it when the first star appears, don’t you?”

I nodded. “It’s like—like a promise. Of the coming night.”

Her head bobbed eagerly. “Most people wish on it, but my mom says that’s stupid. She says it doesn’t grant wishes; it keeps promises.”

“How so?”

“Like you were saying. It’s a promise of things to come.”

I looked up. “So . . . it keeps promises?”

“Yup! You make it a promise and it keeps it for you. So then you have to come through on it. So you can only make promises you truly believe in.”

My head was on its side, regarding the star with a sudden interest. I had never heard it put that way before.

“It’s magical,” she went on. “Stars have always been seen as magical.”

“I’ve never heard it put like this, though,” I said. “But it’s a beautiful way.”

“Do you want to make a promise on it?” she asked.

“Yeah. Like—like—oh, I don’t know. I’ll promise that I’ll never give up on my dreams! I’ll always write! Someday, someday I’ll write a novel.”

“Well, that’s a boring promise.”

“I believe in it.”

“But it needs to be something that you need it to believe in. It can’t be something easy.”

“Well—like what?”

“Something dramatic. Like you’ll—you’ll never tell a lie.”

“But that’s impossible.”

“Well . . .” She bit her lip, considering. “Okay. I’ve got it! Let’s make a promise together!”

“Together?”

“Yeah! We’ll promise each other that we’ll never be apart, and that we’ll always be friends!”

“But what if--”

“Promise!” she snapped.

“Okay, I promise!” I conceded. Then I added, more slowly, “And let’s promise—that when we are apart—because we will be, someday—that we’ll always be thinking of each other.”

“Yeah!”

“I swear it.”

“Me too. I promise.”

And she smiled at me. And I smiled back. And we went back to our stargazing, as more heavenly luminaries began to show their faces. As enough began to appear, we started pointing out constellations.

I watched her eyes light up at the sight of each one. I watched her lips curve at their shapes in that way that always made me happier than I could ever understand. And I promised, silently, I’ll always be with you; we’ll always be friends; and someday . . . when the time is right . . . we’ll be more.

Opinions--positive, negative or optimistic--are welcome, and appreciated, as always.

Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith :smilemirunu:








Dramatis Personae

Nuile

A young man with his feet on the ground and his head in the sky, and an inclination to implement the occasional headstand.



Nuile, Wordsmith

Penman of a number of BIONICLE and Neopets short stories, as well as three epics, based respectively on the aforementiond and Avatar: The Last Airbender. This writer has also penned a full-length mystery novel, a work in progress pending final revisions and publication.

More than that, the BZPower League of Authors was his brainchild, which he has developed into the Ambage with the help of Velox, Cederak and 55555. This refuge and practice arena for writers is open to all with a penchant for the literary arts.



Nuile, Bibliophile

For him to select a favorite book, or a favorite writer, would be impossible. But of the latter, he most admires Dame Agatha Christie, Wilkie Collins, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Harper Lee, C.S. Lewis, Edgar Rice Burroughs and Sinclair Lewis. Favorite books he includes in this chart:

To Kill a Mockingbird (Harper Lee)

The Moonstone (Collins)

Murder on the Orient Express, Death in the Clouds, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, The Clocks (Christie)

The Hound of the Baskervilles, The Lost World (Doyle)

Out of the Silent Planet (C.S. Lewis)

Free Air (Sinclair Lewis)

The Bat (Hopwood and Rinehart)

The Nine Tailors (Sayers)



Nuile, Cinéaste

This fellow thinks the world begins and ends with Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows. Before its birth, however, he confesses that Sam Raimi and David Koepp's Spider-Man, Christopher Nolan and David S. Goyer's Batman Begins, the Indiana Jones series, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang and Mary Poppins were films more than worthy of watching.



Nuile, Television Viewer

The Dick Van Dyke Show by far surpasses any television show produced prior or hence. Father Knows Best, Leave it to Beaver and The Andy Griffith Show are excellent series from a similar time frame. MacGyver is hard to beat. Diagnosis Murder, Monk and Murder, She Wrote are his favorite mystery series. In animation he most enjoys Avatar: The Last Airbender and its sequel; Batman: The Animated Series alongside Batman Beyond and The Batman; Phineas and Ferb, one of the most creatively funny cartoons he has ever seen.



Nuile, Cuisinier

Asian and Italian foods may be his enthusiasms, but he's not above a juicy burger or a spicy taco. As far as his own cooking, he oft gets more adventurous than his family appreciates, though when he behaves he can conjure a reason for your taste buds to celebrate. By far his favorite meal: Thanksgiving 2011, consisting of Paula Dean's Indian Succotash, Grean Bean Casserole, Orange Corn Bread, Bacon Roasted Brussel Sprouts, Coconut Biscuits, and Mashed Cauliflower and Potatoes.



Nuile, Musicologist

He pleads guilty to sheer ignorance, unworthy even of being called an amateur in this department. But dramatic scores and profound lyrics top his charts. The Impossible Dream from The Man of La Mancha and I Can Go the Distance as performed by Michael Bolton are cited as his two favorite songs, amidst much of Celtic Thunder's work.



Nuile, Gamer

Disney's Epic Mickey, the Kingdom Hearts series, and the Pokémon series are the only video games he considers worthy of notation.



Nuile, Sportsman

As fast on his feet as he is between the ears, he enjoys games of muscle and of strategy. Physically, he likes most to play football; but nothing beats a game of chess in his book.

The Art of Writing

It is my belief that a writer should be above human emotions, desires, vices, flaws; a writer should be almost superhuman, something like a monk. However, like monks, this is not an attribute that comes naturally, rather an ability that must be worked at.

More tangibly, one of the most important characteristics a writer can possess is tenacity. An artist's life is never an easy one. An artist presents themself to the world, and ineluctably there will be critics alongside the fans. But anyone who knows real love won't let it be quelled by what others think. Never give up, never despond. So maybe nobody's perfect; I'm not, and I never will be. But an artist, like a monk, is one who always strives to improve her- or himself, who never ceases to reach for the unreachable. Every amelioration is an achievement. And every day a writer achieves something merely by writing, for every word written is a word toward amelioration. If you are good, you can always be better; if you are great, you can always be greater.

What matters most for writers is that they take pride in their own own work. Ultimately your biggest fan and your biggest critic is yourself, and that's who you have to please the most. No artist truly passionate about their art does what they do for someone's approval or just to get paid. At the heart of every artist is a person who does what they do because they love to do it. I'm an artist; I'm a writer. I don't stop trying to get better, I don't stop striving for perfection--but I enjoy every step of the amelioration process, I appreciate every improvement, and I am always happy with where I am, yet always be eager about where I'm going. Writing is a journey with no destination. Writing is a quest without end. Writing is spiritual nomadism.

And it's not easy. It's frought with difficulty, trouble, disappointment, and grief--but a journey without end gives its reward not in the destination but in every step of the path.

Yet I have not even touched upon just what a writer is; which is because a writer, simply put, is everything. A writer is an artist, but also a psychologist, and a logician, a philosopher, a scientist, an adventurer, an inventor, a politician, a magician, and multitudinous others. A writer is everything because they write about everything. "Write what you know"; that's not the rule I live by. "Know what you write," that's my creed. Writers know a little about everything, and everything about a little. And when they don't know . . . they read!

That's a writer's life. It's the kind of life I love. It's a wonderful gift. A writer's life is the kind of life I live and always will live. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

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"What's the big deal? Lots of people have insomnia, and you don't see them losing any sleep over it!" - Grandpa, The Munsters

 
 


 
 

"Anyone who sees a psychiatrist ought to have their head examined!" - Darrin Stevens, Bewitched

 
 


 


[9:26:46 PM] Aimee: it is so adorable how authors have favorite authors
[9:27:25 PM] Andrew P: You're an author. You have favorite authors. =P
[9:27:39 PM] Aimee: yes and i get to talk to them on skype all day

- A Geste of the Ambage Chat
 

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Some random air-head decided to be pompous and condescending and "honor" me with his approbation. I guess there's a pride of some sort in being recognized by the mentally unsound. It makes me feel special--or weird, one of those two. Thanks, Tekulo!