Perfect evening. Biggest cup of coffee I could make and starting isn’t it pretty to think so by Nick Miller!
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An Appreciation Post to People Who Respond to Their Fans
After reaching out over the years to many people whose works I admire, I’ve received personal responses from only three: a fanfic author who wrote an awesome 50,000 word story in 2002, a singer-songwriter who put up her easy-listening music online for free in 2010, and Tumblr’s own nickmiller, who wrote the fantastic novel that is Isn’t It Pretty To Think So? Each said I had made their day and that they were happy I’d written to them. They were grateful, and more importantly, it made them seem more real and caring to me.
If you enjoy what I post or have read my novel and liked it, please feel free to reach out, because I will respond. Your time invested in me is greatly appreciated, and I want you to know that. Sincerely, I thank you. <3
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Book Bags by Krukrustudio
Moscow-based indie boutique Krukrustudio is known for their wide collection of bags, which resemble cute trinkets or unique memorabilia. Krukrustudio’s pieces have transformed classic literature novels into an elaborate purse design which has a book cover and title page. Among these books, you will find classic lit favorites, which include Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita and Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. Find more book bags on her etsy shop here.
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For the first time anywhere, the cover of the next Maureen Coughlin novel, LET THE DEVIL OUT. #NOLA #books
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I dreamed I was standing in a railway station. The train came in and my father got off. He was wearing a camel-hair coat. I ran to him. He didn’t recognize me. I told him who I was. He shook his head no…I dreamed my teeth crumbled, that my blankets suffocated me…I’d like to say: I dreamed that the girl I loved and I grew old together. Or I dreamed of a yellow door and an open field. I’d like to say, I dreamed that I’d died and my book was found among my things, and in the years that followed the end of my life, I became famous. And yet.
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John Steinbeck’s VERY USEFUL writing advice ─ ℰ.ℬ. (via John Steinbeck 6 Writing Tips | KLeRosier)
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BROOKLYN BOOK FESTIVAL 2015 IS ALMOST HERE!
Save the date: Sunday, September 20th at Borough Hall
This tenth anniversary festival will be better than ever, with an extra day full of children’s programming, bookend events all over the city, and dozens of amazing authors!
Appearances by Tamar Adler, Elizabeth Alexander, Augusten Burroughs, Alexander Chee, Sloane Crosley, Edwidge Danticat, Matt de la Peña, Tavi Gevinson, Alex Gino, Lauren Groff, Naomi Jackson, Heidi Julavits, Phil Klay, David Levithan, Gregory Pardlo, Salman Rushdie, Tracy K. Smith, Adrian Tomine, and many, many more.
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“Even though I had known him forever, he was made of dreams, and holding onto him forever would have been impossible: he came from childhood, he was constructed out of childish desires, he had no concreteness, he didn’t face the future.”
–Elena Ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay
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“I have since learned never to be amazed at what men will resort to when cornered by a woman’s intelligence.”
–Iris Owens, After Claude
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Thank you for the support over the years. Here’s a new, short book, for free: http://www.iwrotethisforyou.me/2015/07/thank-you-for-your-support-heres-free.html
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The minute a writer knows what his style is, he’s finished.
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“How does anyone get over anything in places where the weather doesn’t change? If you live someplace where the seasons are all the same, how do you get over any one or thing.”
–Julia Pierpont, Among the Ten Thousand Things
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Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that’s the way to live.
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June was white. I see the fields white with daisies, and white with dresses; and tennis courts marked with white. Then there was wind and violent thunder. There was a star riding through clouds one night, and I said to the star, “Consume me". That was at midsummer. — Virginia Woolf, The Waves