Octember First

Doug. Thirtymumble. A cubicle in Seattle. I write and make up stuff. I have irrational dislikes of gnocchi, movies with writer protagonists, and Kurt Russell.

I’ve observed a personal pattern over my last few NaNos. I tend to have a Eureka Moment, a creative breakthrough of some kind, about once every ten thousand words. So as long as that pattern holds, the question becomes, how fast would you like to get to your next breakthrough? I like NaNoWriMo’s answer: Get your ass in the chair, do your quota, and at most, it’ll be six days.

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sophistory:

London, that great cesspool into which all the loungers and idlers of the Empire are irresistibly drained.

[…] try to imagine fandom’s reaction if the next big Holmes adaptation to come along had Holmes and Watson as British, yeah - young black British men, living case to case on a council estate in a dodgy area of London. How fandom would react if Sherlock Holmes didn’t employ street kids and homeless people like trained animals to do his bidding, but instead was part of that invisible underclass; if instead of having his eccentricities tolerated~ by Scotland Yard on account of being the Great White Genius, Sherlock Holmes, BME, school dropout, and sometime addict, was regarded by the police as practically a criminal already, one more thug, one more junkie, one more dealer in the making. If he had to choose between buying the week’s groceries or palming a twenty to a bored constable for the chance to spend five minutes on a crime scene, in the hope that whoever’s under enough pressure to deal with crime rates in the neighbourhood will pay him enough for a perp to feed himself and Watson for a month or two. If the greatest threat to his safety were police brutality, or the prospect of being done for a snitch; if his arch enemy weren’t Moriarty, but the systemic poverty and inequality that has him helping out his oppressors just to get by, and that makes the other side of the law look more tempting to someone with his skills every day.

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farewell-kingdom:

Rune Guneriussen

Where tourists (in red) go vs. where locals (in blue) visit in Seattle, judging by pictures uploaded to the internet. Dots in yellow could be either. Fascinating, Captain.

Where tourists (in red) go vs. where locals (in blue) visit in Seattle, judging by pictures uploaded to the internet. Dots in yellow could be either. Fascinating, Captain.

animalstalkinginallcaps:

I AM SO TIRED.
TELL ME ABOUT IT. I AM LITERALLY JUST EXHAUSTED, YOU KNOW?
WORN RIGHT OUT.
POOPED. THAT’S WHAT I AM. JUST PLAIN POOPED.
I MUST HAVE LOOKED AT A HUNDRED THOUSAND AVENGERS GIFS IN THE LAST HOUR.
OH MY GOD, I KNOW. I CAN’T EVEN COUNT THE NUMBER OF GOTYE REMIXES I LISTENED TO TODAY.
THE INTERNET IS HARD.
IT TAKES SOMETHING OUT OF YOU. IT REALLY DOES.

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animalstalkinginallcaps:

I AM SO TIRED.

TELL ME ABOUT IT. I AM LITERALLY JUST EXHAUSTED, YOU KNOW?

WORN RIGHT OUT.

POOPED. THAT’S WHAT I AM. JUST PLAIN POOPED.

I MUST HAVE LOOKED AT A HUNDRED THOUSAND AVENGERS GIFS IN THE LAST HOUR.

OH MY GOD, I KNOW. I CAN’T EVEN COUNT THE NUMBER OF GOTYE REMIXES I LISTENED TO TODAY.

THE INTERNET IS HARD.

IT TAKES SOMETHING OUT OF YOU. IT REALLY DOES.

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David 8 can record, process, understand and express many complex emotions, but he will never know true human feelings such as love, grief and compassion.

Favorite things in the world: Glaucus atlanticus, the world’s most adorable sea slug.
For reals.
psychokatze:


Blue Glaucus <3

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Favorite things in the world: Glaucus atlanticus, the world’s most adorable sea slug.

For reals.

psychokatze:

Blue Glaucus <3

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"The important thing in writing is the capacity to astonish. Not shock—shock is a worn-out word—but astonish. The world has no grounds whatever for complacency. The Titanic couldn’t sink, but it did. Where you find smugness, you find something worth blasting."

Terry Southern (via Advice to Writers)

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