Rules such as ‘Write what you know,’ and ‘Show, don’t tell,’ while doubtlessly grounded in good sense, can be ignored with impunity by any novelist nimble enough to get away with it. There is, in fact, only one rule in writing fiction: Whatever works, works.
I can’t watch Phantom of the Opera without remembering the one time in high school when we had a spirit week and our final day was called “Music of the Night” because that was the theme of our homecoming dance. I was literally the only person at school who dressed up as Christine and everyone else was the Phantom. By lunch I had about 20 Phantoms serenading me and chasing me down the hallways.
THAT SOUNDS AMAZING
waking up and realizing you slept through your alarm
I showed this to my brother and he didn’t even crack a fucking smile and I am now realizing just how much tumblr has warped my sense of humour
reblog for the last comment
You can read up to 500 words per minute
THIS MADE ME CRY WHAT THE FUCK
I have an android app that does this and let me tell you, reading slashfic at 700wpm is a near-spiritual experience.
Goddamn. Smart woman for thinking of the “ordering a pizza” thing, and smart dispatcher for picking up on it.
I know this is a reblog and I have a separate blog for reblog nonsense but this isn’t nonsense. THIS IS EXTREMELY USEFUL and I wish so hard that I worlds had this knowledge two years ago.
I know that several of my followers have been and/or currently are in abusive relationships and I need to reblog this for them.