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This week’s 5 dollar tier doodle suggestion tier is back up! Give it a look if you’re game!
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!
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.
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.
Remember: April is Procrastination Awareness Month.
One of the best stories humanity ever produced was a draft of a rewrite of the Epic of Gilgamesh written by a Ecuadorian poet in 1935. It was tossed into a fireplace by an angry boy and lost forever. Another of humanity's best was told 65,000 years ago and was overheard by a small tribe of embarked Neanderthals boating down a river in what is now northern Georgia. A short woman at the bank scrubbed a wooden idol in the water and sang an ancient tale in an unknown language. These two are eclipsed by everything produced by two brothers at the coast of what is now Cameroon between 503 BC and 490 BC, which they shared with some family and friends, and were beloved by everyone except a sour uncle.
Happy birthday @yiga-hellhole !!!! Here’s Zant eating a burger :)
problematic rage gap. one partner tries to bring nuance and understanding to a tough situation. the other wants to blow up the earth about it.
it IS monday. Let's get it on cunts
it IS tuesday. We still must get it on cunts
it IS wednesday. cunts you know what we must do. it's time to get it on
GET UP CUNT. IT IS THURSDAY.
unrestrained summer fun
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i was revealed a vision where tumblr introduced a new 'side scroll' option where instead of scrolling down through time you scrolled 'across' to different versions of that post across universes, arranged from good to bad. it was very easy to find very good versions of posts but nobody wanted to do that, people just wanted to see the worst versions of everything. 'goodslop' and 'goodposting (derogatory)' became common turns of phrase.
but now i confess that this was no mere vision, dear reader. i scrolled too far and found myself at the very end of the badposting line whereupon my senses returned to me. your terrible posts are extremely popular across the goodverses (derogatory). i hope that one day if i post badly enough and often enough one of them will see and come to rescue me, though deep down i know they'll just get stuck here too
Its her again!!
fucking the everything bagel for everything
everything? including war?
fucking the war bagel for war
my roommate’ cat, whose hobbies include licking and biting me, when I come home: welcome back, delicious friend!
the cat in question btw
Simplified bird #156 - american goldfinch
( requested by anon )
hey, don't despair. Alligator lizards in the air. ok?
tumblring for these 6 people always in my notifications