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nedhepburn:

nevver:

Six Tips on Writing from John Steinbeck
Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish. Lose track of the 400 pages and write just one page for each day, it helps. Then when it gets finished, you are always surprised.
Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper. Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down. Rewrite in process is usually found to be an excuse for not going on. It also interferes with flow and rhythm which can only come from a kind of unconscious association with the material.
Forget your generalized audience. In the first place, the nameless, faceless audience will scare you to death and in the second place, unlike the theater, it doesn’t exist. In writing, your audience is one single reader. I have found that sometimes it helps to pick out one person—a real person you know, or an imagined person and write to that one.
If a scene or a section gets the better of you and you still think you want it—bypass it and go on. When you have finished the whole you can come back to it and then you may find that the reason it gave trouble is because it didn’t belong there.
Beware of a scene that becomes too dear to you, dearer than the rest. It will usually be found that it is out of drawing.
If you are using dialogue—say it aloud as you write it. Only then will it have the sound of speech.

‘Cannery Row’ is one of the best books, and ‘Of Mice & Men’ can make a grown man cry. Steinbeck was a legend. Also; the third point here is vital, stellar advice.

nevver:

Six Tips on Writing from John Steinbeck

Abandon the idea that you are ever going to finish. Lose track of the 400 pages and write just one page for each day, it helps. Then when it gets finished, you are always surprised.

Write freely and as rapidly as possible and throw the whole thing on paper. Never correct or rewrite until the whole thing is down. Rewrite in process is usually found to be an excuse for not going on. It also interferes with flow and rhythm which can only come from a kind of unconscious association with the material.

Forget your generalized audience. In the first place, the nameless, faceless audience will scare you to death and in the second place, unlike the theater, it doesn’t exist. In writing, your audience is one single reader. I have found that sometimes it helps to pick out one person—a real person you know, or an imagined person and write to that one.

If a scene or a section gets the better of you and you still think you want it—bypass it and go on. When you have finished the whole you can come back to it and then you may find that the reason it gave trouble is because it didn’t belong there.

Beware of a scene that becomes too dear to you, dearer than the rest. It will usually be found that it is out of drawing.

If you are using dialogue—say it aloud as you write it. Only then will it have the sound of speech.

‘Cannery Row’ is one of the best books, and ‘Of Mice & Men’ can make a grown man cry. Steinbeck was a legend. Also; the third point here is vital, stellar advice.

npr:

nprmusic:

In honor of Woody Guthrie’s 100th birthday, his daughter invited Jay Farrar (Son Volt and Uncle Tupelo), Will Johnson (Centro-Matic), Anders Parker (Varnaline), and Jim James (My Morning Jacket) to find lyrics from among Guthrie’s archives that spoke to them and put the words to music.

You can feel loneliness and heartache in every note of the Jim James-led “Empty Bed Blues.” The song is kept simple — just voices and acoustic guitars — to emphasize Guthrie’s lyrics about “stumblin’ home” and “singin’ the wrong kind of song.”

Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know
All the things that I’m a sayin’ and many times more
I’m a singin’ you the song, but I can’t sing enough
’Cause there’s not, many men that done the things that you’ve done

~Bob Dylan

inothernews:

MEGALOPOLIS The Eastern Seaboard is seen alight from the International Space Station. (Photo via NASA)

endorphin-high:

The beast in the photo is Rocky, a 40-inch lobster that was caught in Maine. He was released back into the wild yesterday.

He weighed a ridiculous 27 pounds (12.2kg) at the time of his capture.

That’s roughly the size of a 3-year-old child.

thedailyfeed:

What the what? This flaky winter is blanketing Texas with snow but leaving Chicago, Minneapolis and New York City with little or no white stuff.

From a tape made by my family for my aunt (upon which, by the way, my parents sound like they have inhaled helium)

“You can’t pronounce German very well. Neither can I. They just have different tongues.” - Me, age 7

“My legs went like spaghetti.” - Ansel, age 5, describing his first attempt at ice skating

Cassowary

(Source: swanascends)

My grandma did this too, but she didn’t turn it into math….just gibberish.

Sometimes I feel this way.