. . . the girl who has everything . . .

assholedisney:

today I saw a preteen girl pick up Mean Girls at Target and ask her friend what it was. She didn’t even know. She said it sounded dumb. The people are forgetting. The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.

whitepaperquotes:

Written by whitepaperquotes contributor Argie 

whitepaperquotes:

Written by whitepaperquotes contributor Argie 

The significance of plot without conflict

stilleatingoranges:

In the West, plot is commonly thought to revolve around conflict: a confrontation between two or more elements, in which one ultimately dominates the other. The standard three- and five-act plot structures—which permeate Western media—have conflict written into their very foundations. A “problem” appears near the end of the first act; and, in the second act, the conflict generated by this problem takes center stage. Conflict is used to create reader involvement even by many post-modern writers, whose work otherwise defies traditional structure.

The necessity of conflict is preached as a kind of dogma by contemporary writers’ workshops and Internet “guides” to writing. A plot without conflict is considered dull; some even go so far as to call it impossible. This has influenced not only fiction, but writing in general—arguably even philosophy. Yet, is there any truth to this belief? Does plot necessarily hinge on conflict? No. Such claims are a product of the West’s insularity. For countless centuries, Chinese and Japanese writers have used a plot structure that does not have conflict “built in”, so to speak. Rather, it relies on exposition and contrast to generate interest. This structure is known as kishōtenketsu.

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cute-overload:

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floralls:

 Desert Garden by Marc Adamus

learnhowtoadult:

So on this blog, we’ve alluded to the fact that we planned to hire writers for some scripts (a la SciShow) in the future.

The future is now.

We’re currently looking to work with writers on the following topics:

  • How to Open a Checking Account
  • Credit Cards vs Debit…
writersrelief:

The Peter K. Hixson Memorial Award is currently open for poetry, short story, and essay submissions. Apply now!
Winners of the Peter K. Hixson Memorial Award will be given over $1,800 in Writer’s Relief submission services free of charge.
Deadline: July 8, 2012. Midnight, Eastern Daylight Time.

writersrelief:

The Peter K. Hixson Memorial Award is currently open for poetry, short story, and essay submissions. Apply now!

Winners of the Peter K. Hixson Memorial Award will be given over $1,800 in Writer’s Relief submission services free of charge.

Deadline: July 8, 2012. Midnight, Eastern Daylight Time.

mc-squidward:

doragray:

jennlferlawrence:

frostingpeetaswounds:

i laughed so hard at the “i don’t know” and “something is wrong”

the twilight one is like abstract poetry

If you read it all together it’s like the most awkward, tense conversation ever.
"My name is Katniss Everdeen," I sighed. Nothing happened.
"I don’t know," he sighed.
Harry looked around, I shake my head and shrugged.
Harry stared. “I am seventeen years old.”
I frowned and he waited.
"My home is District 12."
Harry chuckled and said nothing. Now I wish I had.
I laughed. We looked at each other. I swallowed hard. He shrugged. Harry blinked and hesitates. I flinched.
He looked around. “I’m not really surprised.”
I took a deep breath, something he didn’t have last time. “Something is wrong.”
He didn’t answer. He stood up.

OMG

mc-squidward:

doragray:

jennlferlawrence:

frostingpeetaswounds:

i laughed so hard at the “i don’t know” and “something is wrong”

the twilight one is like abstract poetry

If you read it all together it’s like the most awkward, tense conversation ever.

"My name is Katniss Everdeen," I sighed. Nothing happened.

"I don’t know," he sighed.

Harry looked around, I shake my head and shrugged.

Harry stared. “I am seventeen years old.”

I frowned and he waited.

"My home is District 12."

Harry chuckled and said nothing. Now I wish I had.

I laughed. We looked at each other. I swallowed hard. He shrugged. Harry blinked and hesitates. I flinched.

He looked around. “I’m not really surprised.”

I took a deep breath, something he didn’t have last time. “Something is wrong.”

He didn’t answer. He stood up.

OMG

hitrecordjoe:

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Writers: Write a Story Treatment or a Script about Dr. N and these Pigeon Spies.

Illustrators: Create Visuals for this world.

Animators: Find Visual contributions you like and begin doing some Test Animations.

tessanetting:

annabellioncourt:

SHAKESPEARE WROTE THAT ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE.

HIS THEATER WAS CALLED THE GLOBE.

NOT ONLY WAS THAT LINE PHILOSOPHICAL AND DEEP,

BUT IT WAS ALSO A FUCKING PUN.

BOW DOWN.

lacigreen:

thecatsmeow90:

thecatsmeow90:

My lovely friends and I did a thing.

I also really want my idol, lacigreen to see this. 

THIS IS AMAZING AND SO ON POINT!!!  i’m so proud of u bb!!!  ❤❤

But there’s significant evidence that the most productive writers compose not in binge sessions, but consistently, writing each day.