“We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers.
They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter’s evening.
Some of us let these great dreams die, but others nourish and protect them;
nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light
which comes always to those who sincerely hope that their dreams will come true. “
– Woodrow Wilson
People like to believe talent, luck, success, skill to be given to you by… don’t know. They’re just given to you, I suppose. They’re just things you recognize in other people, but never in yourself.
People tend to believe that greatness cannot be achieved. It is granted.
I say this is wrong.
First of all, I should let you know it’s Blogging Weekend over on irevuo. Pretty interesting stuff, especially if you’re just starting out.
Anyway, I thought that I should write about blogging from a different perspective and post my thoughts on this blog too. For diversity’s sake. A more philosophical take. Or so it seems to me.
Well now, about the importance of having a schedule for your blog. Or, in other terms, why consistency is key. As a matter of fact, if I were to give you a piece of advice on blogging, writing, life, love, money, getting in top physical shape, or anything else, it would be this: it is more important to be consistent, and by definition, persistent, than it is to be anything else.
But, in case you’re curious, here’s why. Continue reading
But the more she listens to the Duchess, the more she analyzes her features and mannerisms, the more…
They say hearts are shaped like fists because they have to fight. Hers is fighting its way out of the cage of her chest.
Lucien walks into the living room. He doesn’t seem surprised to see her there. He takes a seat on the couch, next to Elena. Kisses her.
Without meaning to, Alice sights.
“Why do you do this?” she asks. Without meaning to.
“Beg your pardon?” Lucien inquires. Continue reading
Writing a story resembles a journey, but neither the destination, nor the way we reach that destination are of any importance. What matters most is our ability to stop, look around, and ask ourselves, “Do I have to go any farther?”
It’s what makes us human: we are able to test the world around us, to learn, to evolve, to adapt.
This also means that we never find what we are looking for, our journey never ends. We’re wanderers, hopelessly trying to reach a destination with the vague hope of finding that elusive grandeur, that feeling that what we’re writing is perfect or close to perfect. Continue reading
For any aspiring writer, a rejection letter, regardless of the provenience of said letter, is one of the most dreaded of objects. In this line of work getting rejected is considered a sort of literary murder – people are knowingly destroying something you’ve spent time on, and a lot of it. But the thing is everyone got rejected, more or less. I can think of very few instances when writers found publishers/agents from the first try. Or the second, or the tenth. Continue reading
One of my favorite opening lines goes like this, “All that I write was once real life.”
It’s from Max Blecher’s last novel, The Shinning Burrow.
How do you turn real life into art? Into stories? How do you write about all the things you’d never have the courage to say out loud?
“Worry destroys the ability to write.” — Ernest Hemingway
Maybe you’re familiar with Franz Kafka’s short story, A Hunger Artist, maybe you’re not. It doesn’t really matter. One of the main themes of the story (the way I see it) is the fact that artists most often feel misunderstood by their audience. And they’re furious because of that.
That’s a myth.
Most often than not it’s the artist’s inability to show people what he wants to show them that gets in the way. Continue reading