“And I would’ve gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you meddling characters!” — every good storyteller ever, unmasked for the monster that they are. –Chuck Wendig, penmonkey extraordinaire
Seriously, go check out that post. Lots of good info.
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No, it’s not blood. Someone had fun with the ketchup while Mommy’s back was turned.
I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately, mostly in a research vein as opposed to reading for fun (although I do enjoy my research). Here are a few things I stumbled across today that really spoke to me:
Real, life-long security comes not from the barrel of a gun or from being able to spy on your fellow citizens like a Stasi informant; it comes with less harsh extremes of wealth and poverty and increased access to health care and education. -David Byrne
Take a bunch of wolverines. Throw them into a roaring F5 tornado. That’s a toddler. It’ll tear through your home, shrieking and whirling about, scooping things up and depositing them elsewhere. It’ll lose things. It’ll destroy other things. It’ll change direction in the hair’s breadth of a moment — “I’m doing this no now I’m doing this other thing wait what’s that over there.” -Chuck Wendig
Then last year, after my illness, turning 40 and most recently the death of a good friend, I realised that life is just too damn short NOT to be doing what I love. The planets kind of aligned, one of those epiphany moments. -Sophie Tallis (emphasis mine)
All three articles are worth checking out in full (I truly related to Chuck Wendig’s post – I have two toddlers of my own, after all, and have felt the pain of a Duplo block embedded in my foot that he so hilariously references). Happy Tuesday, y’all!
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You’re not born a penmonkey. You choose to be one. So make your choice. –Chuck Wendig
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This morning I was perusing Chuck Wendig’s awesome blog, the way I do every weekday morning. As usual, it was freaking awesome. In today’s post, he compared editors to MacGyver and the A-Team:
Then she gathers up the crumbled story-boulders and pages caught on cactus spines and she again mounts her steed and rides to the next ridge. There she sits, alone. For hours. Maybe days. Pulling pages apart. Seeing what she has. Shining a light into dark corners. Finding sense. Fixing errors. Bringing sanity back to madness, chaos back to order, context back to content. Her red pen dances bloodily upon the page.
And when the time is right, she rides again.
Anyway, I know that little tidbit references neither MacGyver nor the A-Team, but to find those two particular bits, go here. Read the whole thing – it’s totally worth it, I promise you. Guy knows his stuff. Also? He usually makes me laugh because he’s funny in a way I can’t quite describe. Maybe that’s because I have a weird sense of humor, but maybe not.
Suddenly they all died. The end. 