January 2010
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Anonymous asked: Any tips on writing fight scenes in fiction?
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If Back to the Future were made today (in 2010), Marty would have travelled back...
– kottke (via thatisawesome)
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We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One...
– John Steinbeck (via delgrosso)
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sanchezventura:
Kenneth the NBC page interrupts Conan as he’s doing his monologue.
“Here’s a fun fact: NBC spent more time building this studio than using it.”
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Anonymous asked: Does missing occur too much in 4e?
Writing to ‘get it right the first time’ is like driving a car with the...
– Joan Bolker (via merlin)
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[Die Hard] could perhaps have been subtitled... →
cadorette asked: What was your contribution to Exile Game's "Mysteries of the Hollow Earth"? (I was on the editing team, and I'm curious as to what you did.)
jachilli asked: What is your favorite intestinal parasite?
This is the difference between truth and fiction: fiction has to make sense.
– Wilhelm Wexler (via claytoncubitt)
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Day Forty-Six
That dog doesn’t drive, but, head out the window, he imagines he does.
You Have the Floor
For the next few days, I’m opening myself to questions via the mechanism here at Tumblr. I’m not anticipating actually getting any, but I thought it’d be fun to play with the device. Ask here.
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Day Forty-Five
Twenty rambling kids came down like chattering birds on the Starbucks staff.
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Day Forty-Four
The sound of reverse— tires spinning feckless on ice— started our snow day.
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Day Forty-Three
The snow they foretold came—tiny icy blossoms— and, landing, vanished.
Later it laid a blanket down in the back yard and slept.
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Day Forty-Two
Come dusty and black out of a shivering night she mews for supper.
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[Y]ou actually make something. Economic bubbles happen when a lot of people...
– Advice From Professional Designers: The AIGA | Aquent Survey of Design Salaries 2009 (via jefftidball)
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Day Forty-One
The chill slips inside and wraps its hands ‘round my feet, then naps in my bed.
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Day Forty
The cold swallows up the cat. She’s missing all day. Materialize.
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Day Thirty-Nine
The people are warm inside Joe’s coffee. Me, too— inside my mocha.
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Choosing to invest [my time] in [my own game company] instead of into...
– Vincent Baker, Game Designer
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Day Thirty-Eight
Winter’s here in bed wrapped around my feet, while you scratch inside the walls.
(Day number corrected to account for error weeks ago.)
Today in It's Funny Until it Happens to You
newsweek:
Rachel Sklar’s “Next Year in Media” piece for the Daily Beast is smart and insightful. It’s also, here, a little mean (emphasis ours):
At the end of 2009, Jennifer 8. Lee took a buyout from The New York Times. I wonder if her 9,250 Twitter followers really care. I first saw her name on Gawker, and have read more about her than I have by her. Not that she isn’t a fine writer with...
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A writer must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid.
– William Faulkner (via samsaramotel) (via robbery-of-the-heart) (via shoepixie) (via terribleminds)
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Day Thirty-Six
HER: “I like your house.” (We were mistaken for you.) US: “Thanks very much.”
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Day Thirty-Five
Shrill creaking hinges— the wind is at the front door and it wants inside.
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Day Thirty-Four
That cat’s eyes look high. Look at him—that cat would bark if only he could.