So there’s this wolf, right, and he finds this perfect sheepskin just lying on the ground, and he’s like, Score!
He puts the thing on and it fits him like a Herve Leger dress.
The wolf saunters, all casual, into a nearby flock and seeks out some tasty young morsels.
The sheep barely notice what’s going on, because of the disguise, and because they are stupid.
Meanwhile the shepherd is roaming through the flock, he’s got his strut on, and he sees click here
1. I’ll be out of town.
2. I’ll be out of the country.
3. I’ll be frolicking through strawberry fields. Frolicking, I tell you!
4. I know I’m not the best person for that, you should ask ______.
5. I can’t do that.
6. I could do that, but then I’d have to kill you.
7. You don’t want to do that.
8. It’s not my thing. Now, figure skating is my thing… click here
“I’d always make sure it was real cold in the room, cold enough so that when we started watching the movie I’d say something about being chilly, and grab a big fleece blanket for the both of us.
We’d get kind of close, and then maybe ignore the movie for some kissing.
After a while, we’d talk some more, and I’d start edging my hands around the under strap of the bra, or maybe a bit into her pants, just kind of playing on the edge to gauge her response.
Some girls would stiffen up a little, and that’s when you knew they didn’t like what was going on. click here
When one is pretending, the entire body revolts. — Anais Nin
Nice is not the same as kind. Kindness is freely given.
‘Nice’ is when you think you have no choice, otherwise you’ll be unloved/cast out/confronted/selfish.
A woman can be strong, or she can be nice.
(Oprah Winfrey isn’t nice.)
Being ‘nice’ makes you feel wrong inside. Dishonest. Diminished.
‘Nice’ is the fog that keeps you from knowing what you really feel + who you really are.
‘Nice’ is emotionally, physically and sexually abused. click here
I was at an event where I had a conversation with a famous American director who said something that surprised me.
(I can’t blog about the event, except to say that it wasn’t in the States, and the master of ceremonies said things like: “You can take pictures, but you shall post them NOT! You shall tweet them NOT!” and would break out into spoken-word poetry.
It was also an excuse to buy a hot dress, especially when the airplane got me to one destination but left my luggage somewhere else. “It appears,” I sighed to my boyfriend, once my plight had revealed itself, “that I must go shopping.” The dress of course forced me to purchase appropriate footwear. Such is life.)
The director said, “I couldn’t find my act breaks or my plot points if my life depended on it.” click here
“I hope to look through my life at life.” — Maya Angelou
If you’re a fiction writer just starting to blog and wondering what to blog about, you face an interesting challenge: how to pull in your right readers who have never heard of you?
The standard blogging advice is to claim your niche. Choose a particular topic and become the expert on that topic, the go-to girl or boy for whatever it is that you’re passionate about.
It’s good advice, but authority blogging seems better suited to bloggers who actually have a service or product to sell within that particular niche. They don’t attract ideal readers so much as ideal customers.
Which is kind of the thing about most blogging advice: it’s not really directed at you, oh Fiction Writer. click here
“We write to expose the unexposed.
If there is one door in the castle you have been told not to go through, you must.
Otherwise you’ll just be rearranging furniture in rooms you’ve already been in.
Most human beings are dedicated to keeping that one door shut. But the writer’s job is to see what’s behind it, to see the bleak unspeakable stuff, and to turn the unspeakable into words—not just into any words but if we can, into rhythm and blues.” — Anne Lamott
I was trying to help a friend figure out the ‘brand story’ of her new company when I realized she was talking in two different voices.
One voice was charged with passion, talking rapidly and with vivid inflection. Her eyes would light up. This was the voice that I wanted to listen to because it was interesting. It seemed a pipeline to her inner life.
But then the second voice would step in and hijack it. The light would dim from her eyes, her voice would fall toward a monotone, and she would start talking in abstractions, rationalizations, explanations that undercut the things she had told me moments before. This was supposedly the ‘logical’ voice – except the logic didn’t seem all that logical click here
I know I’m not everybody’s cup of tea…I’d rather be someone’s shot of tequila anyway. – Unknown
Dan Blank describes a conversation with an author friend. There are so many people trying to develop their own brand/audience/platform, the author says, that the market is supercrowded with people screaming, “Look at me!”.
To get noticed now, the author continues, you have to get crazy.
You have to engage in an increasingly “reckless chase for attention”.
But I think that chasing attention, recklessly or otherwise, is stupid.
It’s pretty much a cosmic law that anything you chase will run away from you. And an object in motion tends to stay in motion. click here
Becoming one’s true self means revealing one’s innate genius. — Michael Meade
You have one.
She goes by many names. Inner genius. Deep self. Intuition. North Star. Inner voice. Muse. Spirit. Creative intelligence. Higher Power.
I like ‘daimon’, myself.
The ancient Greeks saw the daimon as a spirit who lived deep within the human psyche.
Mythology has it that each soul comes to earth encoded with a special mission, which it forgets as soon as it enters the stratosphere and must spend its life-on-earth rediscovering. The daimon is a kind of cosmic travelling companion and spiritual familiar meant to help the soul stay on track. She can be a force of creation or destruction (she can get seriously pissed), depending on whether the soul heeds or denies her subtle instructions.
She’s a badass.
(Over time, the daimon divided into the angel who sits on one shoulder and the devil who sits on the other.)
You don’t actually have to believe this stuff. Treat it as a metaphor for your unconscious. At any given point in time, your unconscious is processing a zillion bits of information that your conscious mind can’t handle. click for more
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