I apologize for singing in my apartment the same way that I sing in my car, which is to say all out, severely out of key, and with no regards to volume. It didn’t occur to me that anyone could hear my caterwauling until husband came through the front door laughing.
Twice this week I’ve been out and awake since ~2am. The 2 nights this week are more late nights than the last 6 months combined. Saturday I was like, out out, but I stopped drinking around 10 so I don’t think it counts. And last night I was working a late shift at work. And both “next days” I have felt like death. (Seriously, there is not enough caffeine in the world for me today!) Which begs the question: how the hell did I ever handle college?
“Discipline allows magic. To be a writer is to be the very best of assassins. You do not sit down and write every day to force the Muse to show up. You get into the habit of writing every day so that when she shows up, you have the maximum chance of catching her, bashing her on the head, and squeezing every last drop out of that bitch.”—Lili St. Crow (via writingquotes)
“Writers must be attentive to the clichés that real life serves up and either make something of them (freshen them, challenge them, work against them) or abandon them altogether.”—Alyce Miller (via writingquotes)
“You don’t have time? Make that time. This is essential. Only you can make and defend the time you need for your work. Nobody is going to give it to you. I know, I know, it’s horribly hard. Writing is outrageously time consuming. Of course, if you have an equally time-consuming job or heavy personal responsibilities, you’ll be slowed down. But you must make time or you will not write at all. Simple as that.”—Stephen Koch (via writingquotes)
“If I’d had children and had a girl, the first words I would have taught her would have been “fuck off” because we weren’t brought up ever to say that to anyone, were we? And it’s quite valuable to have the courage and the confidence to say, “No, fuck off, leave me alone, thank you very much.”—
“I felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.”—J.D. Salinger (via thatkindofwoman)