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the writing life: steller 3

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make the bed? seriously? yup. see more about why (as well as photos of the bedroom from the flat i stayed in in london) here. what are you curious to know about the writing life?

the writing life: steller 2

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my second steller video on the writing life just went up! this one’s on taking a walk. i’m having fun with this. i hope you are too. see it here.

the writing life: my first steller

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steller is a great new app that lets you combine words, video and text into cool little online booklets. i’m kicking off a writing life series, of course! check it out here!

the writing life: some days are just like that

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an earthquake woke me up this morning.

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the writing life: get a uniform

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let me set the record straight. i don’t work in my pajamas.

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the writing life: quotes

Monsters lead such interesting lives.
– Bugs Bunny

the writing life: gratitude

Warren Beatty once said that success is when you can’t tell the difference between working and playing.

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the writing life: be inspired by other people’s writing

But there’s a baseball clutched in his hand and a love of the game tucked deep in his being right alongside a radical way of understanding baseball statistics.

Manohla Dargis
“Throwing a Digital Age Curveball”
The New York Times

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the writing life – quotes

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let’s let the man speak for himself.

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the writing life – quotes

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i believe this. when we meet those we fall in love with, there is an aspect of our spirits that is historian, a bit of a pedant who imagines or remembers a meeting when the other had passed by innocently, just as clifton might have opened a car door for you a year earlier and ignored the fate of his life. but all parts of the body must be ready for the other, all atoms jump in one direction for desire to occur.
i have lived in the desert for years and i have come to believe in such things. It is a place of pockets. the trompe l’oeil of time and water. the jackal with one eye that looks back and one that regards the path you consider taking. in his jaw are pieces of the past he delivers to you. when all of that time is fully discovered it will prove to have been already known.

michael ondaatje
“the english patient”