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Distinct from fine art, it’s also about avoiding developing the skill of written composition (forget vocab, spelling, grammar, appropriate word choice, proof-reading), it’s about avoiding developing any ability to express yourself, and failing to develop reading comprehension (if you plug something into it, asking for a summary). It’s just about being lazy and incompetent, and insisting that laziness and incompetence is fine, actually.

robo-cryptid

I hadn’t connected AI use with the recent surge in anti-intellectualism, but this makes me think it pretty neatly links that with the capitalist disrespect for art and writing as meaningful pursuits.

janevonlipwig

This 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

o-kurwa

magicalgirlmindcrank

My man was really gonna let a fucking BEAR into his house for the views and the BEAR had to be the sensible one here

tunashei

Caves are weirder and more varied than you think

iamnotsebastianstan-archive-dea

think it’s about time we stop making jokes about the amount of famous white boys named Chris, and about time we started focusing on Tom. Am I talking about Cruise? Hiddleston? Hardy? Holland? Hanks? Felton? Fletcher? Selleck? Welling? Ford? Hooper? Brady? It’s impossible to tell because apparently half the male population are called Tom.

soil-boy

*Approaches a gay couple* So which one of you is Chris and which one of you is Tom.

happyheidi

lazy days of summer by EdwinaFran

audible-smiles

my grandma has this 115 year old picture book, and apparently in 1907 they would just let you publish anything

aestum

(by Edrick Krozendijk)

peachfromcmbyn

i don’t know where i saw it but people on here really do act like reading is a moral action one takes for the sake of itself and not an activity one does because one enjoys it.

peachfromcmbyn

some people read books that challenge them because they enjoy that and some people read snappy plot focused books because they enjoy them. when you die you are not going to face Book Anubis who will weigh every book you’ve ever read against the Feather of Literary Value

elfspectations

disgruntledinametallicatshirt

you know what actually pisses me off? when I finally start to feel a smidge of confidence in my writing ability and then some JERK POSTS A SINGLE LINE FROM A TERRY PRATCHETT NOVEL AND IT’S BETTER THAN ANYTHING I WILL EVER WRITE NO MATTER HOW MANY MILLENNIA I SPEND TRYING!

thebaconsandwichofregret

Terry was a professional writer from the age of 17. He worked as a journalist which meant that he had to learn to research, write and edit his own work very quickly or else he’d lose his job.

He was 23 when his first novel was published. After six years of writing professionally every single day. The Carpet People was a lovely novel, from a lovely writer, but almost all of Terry’s iconic truth bomb lines come from Discworld.

The Colour of Magic, the first ever Discworld novel was published in 1983. Terry was 35 years old. He had been writing professionally for 18 years. His career was old enough to vote, get married and drink. We now know that at 35 he was, tragically, over half way through his life. And do you know what us devoted, adoring Discworld fans say about The Colour of Magic? “Don’t start with Colour of Magic.”

It is the only reading order rule we ever give people. Because it’s not that great. Don’t get me wrong, very good book, although I’ll be honest I’ve never been able to finish it, but it’s nowhere near his later stuff. Compare it to Guards Guards, The Fifth Elephant, the utterly iconic Nightwatch and it pales in comparison because even after nearly 20 years of writing, half a lifetime of loving books and storytelling Terry was still learning.

He was a man with a wonderful natural talent, yes. But more importantly he worked and worked and worked to be a better writer. He was writing up until days before he died. He spent 49 years learning and growing as a writer, taking so much joy in storytelling that not even Alzheimer’s could steal it from him. He wouldn’t want that joy stolen from you too.

Terry was a wonderful, kind, compassionate, genius of a writer. And all of this was in spite of many many people telling him he wasn’t good enough. At the age of five his headmaster told him that he would never amount to anything. He died a knight of the realm and one of the most beloved writers ever to have lived in a country with a vast and rich literary tradition. He wouldn’t let anyone tell him that he wasn’t good enough. And he wouldn’t want you to think you aren’t good enough. He especially wouldn’t want to be the reason why you think you aren’t good enough.

You’re not Terry Pratchett.

You are you.

And Terry would love that.

rsfcommonplace

I only ever had a chance to talk to Terry Pratchett once, and that was in an autograph line. I’d bought a copy of The Carpet People, which was his very first book, and he looked at it with a faint air of concern. “You realise that I wrote that when I was very young,” he said, in warning.

“Yes,” I said. “But I like seeing how authors grow.”

He brightened and reached for his pen. “That’s all right then,” he said, and signed.

greenvillegreengirl

yubsie

There’s a collection of Pratchett’s short fiction that includes the very first piece he ever published.

This collection came out while he was still alive and each piece has an introduction from him. The introduction for that piece includes something to the effect of “LALALA IF I DO THIS I WON’T HEAR YOU READING THIS ONE!!”

Exact wording may be off but it very much starts with LALALA.

currentlycryingaboutlancelot

i love pride and prejudice because the level of drama makes it feels like a murder mystery when it’s literally just elizabeth trying to figure out why darcy is such an asshole

fadeintocase

i think people need to stop glorifying sassiness and bitterness and start promoting the idea of actually being fucking nice and civil to people who did nothing to you.