#writing

Remember if you write, write, write, you can never be wrong."---Stephanie Skeem Author of Flotsam ↗

— Stephanie Skeem

#goals #reaching-for-your-dreams #working-hard #writing #dreams

When my writing really started to take off was when I made a decision that I would write only what I wanted to write, and if 10 people wanted to hear it, that's fine. ↗

— David Friedman

#fine #hear #i #made #off

I don't know if there is any one secret to successful writing, but one important step is to move beyond imitation and discover what you can write that no one else can - that is, find out who you are and write that in an appropriate narrative and style. ↗

— James Gunn

#appropriate #beyond #discover #else #find

When writing isn't going well-then the bad thing about being a writer is that I also have the freedom and flexibility to do something badly, and no one else can fix it for me. ↗

— Margaret Haddix

#also #bad #bad thing #badly #being

On 'Van Halen,' I was a young punk, and everything revolved around the fastest kid in town, gunslinger attitude. But I'd say that at the time of 'Fair Warning,' I started concentrating more on songwriting. But I guess in most people's minds I'm just a gunslinger. ↗

— Eddie Van Halen

#attitude #concentrating #everything #fair #fastest

I want to get off with the screenwriting. ↗

— Obie Trice

#i #off #screenwriting #want

Writing as a woman presents enormous problems but I have attempted it several times and haven't had many complaints. ↗

— Jim Harrison

#complaints #enormous #had #haven #i

Sometimes we dream of things that we've always wanted--of things that we have been searching for our whole lives without knowing it...and other times we wake up and know what we have to do. I have to write...so I do. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#writer #writing #writing-life #dreams

I'm not a born writer, and I don't enjoy writing. ↗

— Alistair Maclean

#enjoy #i #writer #writing

Pale as a candle flame in the dusk, tallow-pale, he stalked along, holding her hand, and Louie looked up and beyond him at the enfeebled stars. Thus, for many years, she had seen her father's head, a ghostly earth flame against the heavens, from her little height. Sam looked down on the moon of her face; the dayshine was enough still to light the eyeballs swimming up to him. ↗

— Christina Stead

#beauty