Month: January 2014
QUICKIE ON THE XO JANE IT HAPPENED TO ME YOGA EXPERIENCE
WHY I LIKE EMMANUELLE ALT
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JUST GO AHEAD AND DO IT
“In life, you will become known for doing what you do. That sounds obvious, but it’s profound. If you want to be known as someone who does a particular thing, then you must start doing that thing immediately. Don’t wait. There is no other way. It probably won’t make you money at first, but do it anyway. Work nights. Work weekends. Sleep less. Whatever you have to do. If you’re lucky enough to know what brings you bliss, then do that thing at once. If you do it well, and for long enough, the world will find ways to repay you.”
From Navating Stuckness, by Jonathan Harris
This is one of the parting quotes from a very strong article about one man’s roundabout way of coming back to doing what he loves. It’s one of those stories to tuck away somewhere, so you can find and reread it when you’re feeling like you’ve lost your way. I’m going to go write now.
FUN LINKS
Writing
Why You Should Be Writing Short Fiction
I don’t read short fiction, and on that basis, I don’t write short fiction, and that was that. Then I read this post – from 2012 no less, but it’s still valid – and realized that I shouldn’t make decisions based on my own self-centered, short-sighted preferences. Time to fire up that pen.
DREAMY MUSIC: YOUNG SUMMER
WRITING PICTURE PROMPT NO. 2
EMAIL IN PERSPECTIVE
“The only way we will avoid being crushed by the weight of the hundreds or thousands of emails we receive every day is to free ourselves from the need to treat each one like it matters and like it merits a response. The only way we will avoid being emotionally crushed by having other people not respond to our emails is to stop expecting a response. If we can adapt our expectations to fit the realities of this new paradigm, we will all crawl out from under the weight of the curse of email. Email will prove a blessing.”
WHY YOU MIGHT WANT TO MAKE AN AUDIOBOOK
G.F. WILKINSON BOOKS
In the middle of the day, which is the only time I gravitate towards alleyways, I took a random turn and there it was: seemingly built into the wall was a series of three windows. Outside each was a polite cart of books. In each window stood a shelf, and on the shelves were more books. All different kinds. All selected with taste.