.png)
One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.
- James Earl Jones
Rachel's Writing Tip #2
For this tip, I actually want to quote a man whose advice I am being inspired by more and more: Stephen King.
“I’m convinced that fear is at the root of most bad writing. Dumbo got airborne with the help of a magic feather; you may feel the urge to grasp a passive verb or one of those nasty adverbs for the same reason. Just remember before you do that Dumbo didn’t need the feather; the magic was in him.”
Quote from this website
“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind.”
Nothing Gold Can Stay
Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
— Oscar Wilde
I believe in magic
I believe in words unseen
I believe in fairytales
I believe in dreams
**
I believe in new ideas
I believe in the mind
I believe that knowledge is power
I believe in better times
**
But most of all, I believe
In words, spoken or written
Because words can change the heart and mind
If one will only listen
~ Rebekah
mybookishbabblings
check out her blog here
1 Corinthians 13 English Standard Version (ESV)
1 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
The wall will be updated frequently. Come back again soon :D
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
— Oscar Wilde
Rachel's Writing Tip
Find a friend who is willing to listen to you talk about your stories, and who is just as passionate about your characters as you are.
I understand planning, and I understand the need to even more. But as I get older, I'm seeing that - it's ultimately pointless.
You plan, fret, strategize, worry, organize, pull your hair out... and then you make a split second decision totally opposite of all your planning right before the ball drops on whatever you've been freaking out over for the past 6 months.
― J.T Harrell
Rachel's writing tips, inspirational quotes, and general musings.
A man without a name is but a ghost, passing through the world unnoticed. His deeds, regardless of their greatness, will be dissipated in the breeze or attached to the name of another; for he has no name of his own to remember him by.
- Sami Pyörre
For we fight not for glory, nor riches, nor honours, but for freedom alone, which no good man gives up except with his life
- Declaration of Arbroath
"But that's the thing about stories. They're more than words. They live inside of us. They make us who we are. And as long as someone believes that, there will always be magic."
-Henry Mills, Once Upon a Time, Season 7, Episode 20
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Remember when the music
Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire,
For we believed in things, and so we'd sing.
Remember when the music
Brought us all together to stand inside the rain
And as we'd join our hands, we'd meet in the refrain,
For we had dreams to live, we had hopes to give.
Remember when the music
Was the best of what we dreamed of for our children's time
And as we sang we worked, for time was just a line,
It was a gift we saved, a gift the future gave.
Remember when the music
Was a rock that we could cling to so we'd not despair,
And as we sang we knew we'd hear an echo fill the air
We'd be smiling then, we would smile again.
Oh all the times I've listened, and all the times I've heard
All the melodies I'm missing, and all the magic words,
And all those potent voices, and the choices we had then,
How I'd love to find we had that kind of choice again.
Remember when the music
Was a glow on the horizon of every newborn day
And as we sang, the sun came up to chase the dark away,
And life was good, for we knew we could.
Remember when the music
Brought the night across the valley as the day went down
And as we'd hum the melody, we'd be safe inside the sound,
And so we'd sleep, we had dreams to keep.
And I feel that something's coming, and it's not just in the wind.
It's more than just tomorrow, it's more than where we've been,
It offers me a promise, it's telling me "Begin",
I know we're needing something worth believing in.
Remember when the music
Came from wooden boxes strung with silver wire
And as we sang the words, it would set our minds on fire,
For we believed in things, and so we'd sing.
Songwriters: Harry F. Chapin
Remember When the Music lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Anyone can be polite to a king. Only a gentleman is polite to a beggar.
Why Do Little Girls? - Harry Chapin
Why did the little girls grow crooked
While the little boys grow tall
The boys were taught to tumble
The girls told not to fall
The girls answered the telephone
The boys answered the call
That's why little girls grew crooked
While the little boys grew tall
Why did the little girls grow crippled
While the little boys grow strong
The boys allowed to come of age
The girls just came along
The girls were told sing harmonies
The boys could all sing songs
That's why little girls grew crippled
While little boys grew strong
Why did the little girls come broken
While the little boys came whole
The little boys were set aflame
The girls told to fan the coals
The boys all told to be themselves
While the girls were told play the roles
That's why little girls came broken
While little boys came whole
Why were the little girls all frightened
To be just what they are
The boys were told to ask themselves
How high how far
The girls were told to reach the shelves
While the boys were reaching stars
That's why little girls were frightened
To be just what they are
And still they bled for us all
As the moon rode the sky
They carried our seed
When our need ran high
They fed all our children
In the night as they cried
Womankind wept
As mankind died
Why were the little girls left hurtin'
When all the boys were done
And the girls left in the moonlight
When the boys went to meet the sun
And when the girls were open
Why had the little all won?
That's why little girls were hurtin'
When the little boys were done
Why did the little girls grow crooked
While the little boys grew tall
It's maybe because the little boys
Didn't ever have to grow up at all
If readers ditch fear and follow their inner dog a little that'll do just fine.
- Marin Goodman