the word studio notebook: Following

chialynn:

wordstudio:

All right, we get it. Your life is beautiful. Your life takes place in picturesque urban and rural settings. You eat lovely breakfasts on weathered tables adorned with cloth napkins and perfectly chipped plates. You eat at the local dive where the poutine comes in a paper basket with a checkered…

This morning, Timehop reminded me of one of the best things I’ve ever read about Tumblr. Thanks, Will.

Thank you! I kind of totally forgot I ever wrote this bit and am happily surprised to be reminded it exists. Much obliged!

Source: wordstudio

For the Los Angeles grid is warped, like the assumed mathematical netherworld, and must be moved through in an illogical manner. As the surface is unpeeled, a deeper level is revealed, but just below that the surface level appears again. This effect leaves the writer seeing only quark smoke trails, the evidence of something richer that has been missed.
Steve Martin, “Hissy Fit” (appearing in Pure Drivel)
  • A: ...and it was his sled's name all along.
  • B: What?! You totally just spoiled the movie for me!
  • A: It's a 70-year-old movie, man, come on.
  • B: Not to me! I've only had 20 years to catch up on all of cinema history while keeping up with what's coming out now. It's not like I've been putting it off for 70 years. Practically everything has been around longer than me.
If you can’t draw as well as someone, or use the software as well, or if you do not have as much money to buy supplies, or if you do not have access to the tools they have, beat them by being more thoughtful. Thoughtfulness is free and burns on time and empathy.

Frank Chimero (via maxistentialist)

This sounds great though I suspect it’s a Roschach quote. We could argue a while over what “thoughtfulness” means here. I’m still thinking about it.

(via maxistentialist)

What I find though is that the solitude of the act of seriously writing fiction is such that it comes within the whole loopy shitstorm social media that most of now live in. It comes anyway, and you’re absolutely alone doing this strange, sometimes, sometimes seemingly very hard and other times wildly exhilarating thing and there’s nobody else there, even though you’re Tweeting with the other hand.
William Gibson (via The Awl)