these people will hop on board this new alt right trend of calling everyone else NPCs meanwhile this bio could literally be 4000 different dudes on this site which i say without a hint of exaggeration for comedic effect 

(3/3) “The killers formed a search party the next morning.  They gathered at the top of the hill.  We could see them coming toward us, searching every house along the way, and pulling out more people to join the hunt.  The mob was growing very big.  I knew that the end was upon us.  But the fighting was very intense that day.  Rockets were flying over our head, and some of them began landing on the hill.  One landed so close to the search party that they scattered in different directions.  I pulled everyone out of the hiding place and moved them to the forest behind our house.  Every night I’d wait until the streets were empty, and I’d bring them food.  For two weeks it went on like this.  I rationed what little we had. I lost all my weight because I was too scared to eat.  My breasts completely disappeared.  I didn’t even feel like a woman anymore.  I’d nearly given up on life.  Every morning I’d pray for the day to finish.  And every night I’d pray for the morning to come.  My husband wanted us to escape.  The only reason we remained in Kigali was to feed those people.  And after three weeks the capital finally fell.  The Rwandan Patriotic Front was advancing, and the Hutu boarded busses to flee the city.  Even the people who were hiding told me to abandon them.  So I gave them each a final ration of food and escaped.  But all of the people hiding on this property were rescued.  And every single one of them is alive today.”
(Kigali, Rwanda)

reflectionbeyondthemirror  asked:

Hi Neil, I'm an aspiring screenwriter and I'm applying to some programs with writing requirements (so I'm working with a deadline). What do you do when you have an idea that excites you, but you suddenly can't find the inspiration? You can't find the emotional investment you did only days before? I'm writing, but right now the magic is gone and I want to get it back.

You keep writing anyway. Inspiration is real, and it matters, but it’s not going to be there every day. And the work still needs to be done.

Here, I will quote myself: 

If you only write when you’re inspired you may be a fairly decent poet, but you’ll never be a novelist because you’re going to have to make your word count today and those words aren’t going to wait for you whether you’re inspired or not.

You have to write when you’re not inspired. And you have to write the scenes that don’t inspire you. And the weird thing is that six months later, a year later, you’ll look back at them and you can’t remember which scenes you wrote when you were inspired and which scenes you just wrote because they had to be written next.