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You cannot hope to sweep someone else away by the force of your writing until it has been done to you.
Stephen King | On Writing
If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.
Stephen King | On Writing
Words create sentences; sentences create paragraphs; sometimes paragraphs quicken and begin to breathe.
Stephen King | On Writing
Writing is redefined thinking.
Stephen King | On Writing
I am convinced that fear is the root of most bad writing.
Stephen King | On Writing
Unless he is certain of doing well, [the writer] will probably do best to follow the rules.
William Strunk
Put your vocabulary on the top of the shelf of your toolbox, and don't make any conscious effort to improve it.
Stephen King | On Writing
Let me say it again: you must not come lightly to the blank page.
Stephen King | On Writing
You can approach the act of writing with the nervousness, excitement, hopefulness, or even despair-the sense that you can never completely put on the page what's in your mind and heart. You can come to the act with fists clenched and your eyes narrowed, ready to kick ass and take down names. You can come to it because you want a girl to marry you or because you want to change the world. Come to it any way but lightly. Let me say it again: you must not come lightly to the blank page.
Stephen King | On Writing
It starts with this: put your desk in the corner, and every time you sit down there to write, remind yourself why it isn't in the middle of the room. Life isn't a support system for art. It's the other way around.
Stephen King | On Writing
Writing is a lonely job. Having someone who believes in you makes a lot of difference. They don't have to make speeches. Just believing is usually enough.
Stephen King | On Writing
Write with the door closed, rewrite with the door open. Your stuff starts out being just for you, in other words, but then it goes out. Once you know what the story is and get it right — as right as you can, anyway — it belongs to anyone who wants to read it. Or criticize it.
Stephen King | On Writing
Your job isn't to find these ideas but to recognize them when they show up.
Stephen King | On Writing
Squiggly: The Dying Girl
If after reading this book you come to my home and brutally murder me, I do not blame you.
And the first book that I have finished this year of 2016 was (drum roll-dbdbbdddbdbbdbdbdbbdbdbd) Me and Earl and the Dying Girl.
This was one of the the books that I have been looking for a long time now. They haven’t reached my country yet. But I found this gem last week while I was visiting my favourite bookstore (That’s right. Sometimes I just visit without the intention of buying. I like being surrounded by books). It was the last copy there. Of course I decide to buy it then even though it costs a bit more than the average book. I suppose it could be because it was made into a film (which I also loved).
When reading the back cover of this book, I couldn’t help but think of John Green’s The Fault in our Stars and think about how it must be difficult to publish anything cancer-related, especially anything young-adult-with-cancer related. He just owns that section of the fiction world. But I’m very impressed how I never compared TFIOS to this book and vice versa.
This book was very fun to read. It was hilarious, something I would think very hard to accomplish since it’s about a dying girl. I was not able to put it down once I’ve picked it up. I went to my sister’s tennis lesson with this book and I’m 90% sure that everyone in her class who saw me snot-laughing thought I was a crazy lady. Not a lot of books have made me LOL in the literal sense but this book did it.
It was great. It truly was worth the looking for and paying a bit much than I’m accustomed to. I cannot wait to read more from the author. He just gets it. Me and Earl and the Dying Girl is very subtle in revealing some truths about the universe-that of friendship, life, and awkward adolescence. It’s a book that I wouldn’t mind reading again.
Squiggly: Life is not a paragraph
And death is not a parenthesis.
I have recently finished a book that I have been itching my hands on since the day I saw it a bookstore-The Girl on the Train: A Novel
When I first saw the cover I immediately thought of the poem In the Station Of The Metro. I first read the poem when I was a freshman in college and I was in love with it. I’m attached to it. And so, I became intrigued by the book by correlation.
I read the back cover and was curious. I don’t read much of the thriller/mystery genre because I don’t get much satisfaction from it. I’d rather much watch a mystery/thriller. Of course that doesn’t go much to say that I don’t appreciate it. Nonetheless, I was curious enough to want to buy it and not look for a free online pdf version of it. But it was relatively expensive, more so than the books I usually purchase, so I left it at the bookstore.
Last week, I felt reckless enough to splurge and I bought it. I didn’t read it right away tho for, as I mentioned previously, I haven’t finished a book in a while. The farthest I’ve gone it to something like the 30th page and then I just stop. There’s something wrong with me but we won’t talk about that.
And so, I’ve finally gotten around to reading it.
I didn’t like it. And then I hated it. And then I was furious. And then I just gave up on trying to feel anything.
I finished it though. It dragged on for the most parts. There were no reliable narrators. Everyone was self-centered and egotistical. The characters were all a mess and kept on making poor life decisions. The plot didn’t move even after 20 pages. Or maybe it did. But it didn’t feel like it. Most parts of the book were monologues and soliloquy of how messed up they and their lives are, of how aware they are that they are making a mistake while still committing that mistake. It was very frustrating. The plot developed ever so slowly. It took its sweet time to unravel.
I was very disappointed. The only thing that kept me from giving up on finishing this book wass the realization of how expensive it was and how dumb it was of me to buy it.
But the one thing that I admire about this book is the humanistic portrayal of the three “main” female characters (there are quotation marks because I’m not entirely convinced they are the main characters but the book changes between those three perspectives so I just assumed). It shows well about the struggles of having to choose. The seemingly easy but actually very difficult choice of being a better person, the choice of quitting a bad habit or an addiction, the daily and frequent struggle of having to choose yourself over your misery. The reality of moving one, that it’s not a switch. It’s a fight within yourself, whether to wither in your misery or to pick yourself up. The self-pity in being so pathetic but not entirely enough to make yourself stop being so pathetic.
I suppose it could be praised for its honest depiction of the human life, several aspects of it anyway. That it’s not so much fiction-worthy or very dramatic. It’s just pathetic and mundane and filled with self-hate and not very eventful unless you throw in some missing woman and some murder.
I wouldn’t recommend it, not even to the mystery/thrilled obsessed bookworms. It didn’t excite me as much as it frustrated me. Although my opinions could be invalid. I haven’t read much of books like these anyway.