1. 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.
2. 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.
3. 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.
4. 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.
5. 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.
6. If you are using dialogue–say it aloud as you write it. Only then will it have the sound of speech.
John Steinbeck’s Six Tips for Aspiring Writers and His Nobel Prize Speech (via twohandedengine)
I have to laugh.
People constantly portray Hades in new age media as this totes evil bad guy, yet Zeus and Poseidon have fathered more monsters and people than he has and have raped women
while Hades is just there in the underworld with the one girl he kidnapped and agreed to let her free in the summer months with no children of his own, probably rolling his eyes and going ‘Guys, can we have a normal family dinner for once? Please?’
Hades gets such rap lately, I don’t really get it. IIRC, he’s faithful to Persephone, who falls deeply in love with him. He’s easily the gentleman of the Olympians. Not to mention that he was never considered “evil,” just cold and brusque, fulfilling a necessary, lonely life as ruler/protector of the dead.
Zeus turned himself into a swan and a cow to seduce women. He also turned himself into Alcmene’s husband so she’d have sex with him. Poseidon turned himself into a horse to have sex with a goddess who’d turned herself into a mare.
Seriously, Hades is the good one.
“he’s faithful to Persephone.” Mostly. He had one indiscretion with the nymph Menthe (and Persephone was having none of that shit so she stomped on Menthe until she turned into mint leaves). But still, you’re right. Compared to his brothers, the dude’s a freaking saint. And by far the best husband. He gave Persephone his whole kingdom, for crying out loud.
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→ Well. Um, big question, um, but to me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular great painter of all time. The most beloved. His command of color, the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world. No one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange wild man who roamed the fields of Provence, was not only the world’s greatest artist but also one of the greatest men who ever lived.