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21 Recommended Books for Writers

As I’ve talked about on my blog several times, an important part of growing as a writer is learning about writing. For years I’ve wanted to compile a list of writing books I’ve read, liked, and recommend. Today I’m happy to say I now have that list to add to my blog (perfect timing for anyone who likes summer reading). I’m sure over time, this list will be added to.

Many writers I’ve talked to have read quite a few of these books. How many have you read? And is there one I need to look into? (You can comment at the bottom).

If you haven’t read any of them, cool. Now you have a list to chose from should you ever want to.


Hundreds of books have been written on the art of writing. Here at last is a book by two professional editors to teach writers the techniques of the editing trade that turn promising manuscripts into published novels and short stories.

In this completely revised and updated second edition, Renni Browne and Dave King teach you, the writer, how to apply the editing techniques they have developed to your own work. Chapters on dialogue, exposition, point of view, interior monologue, and other techniques take you through the same processes an expert editor would go through to perfect your manuscript. Each point is illustrated with examples, many drawn from the hundreds of books Browne and King have edited.

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What makes a good story or a screenplay great?

The vast majority of writers begin the storytelling process with only a partial understanding where to begin. Some labor their entire lives without ever learning that successful stories are as dependent upon good engineering as they are artistry. But the truth is, unless you are master of the form, function and criteria of successful storytelling, sitting down and pounding out a first draft without planning is an ineffective way to begin.

Story Engineering starts with the criteria and the architecture of storytelling, the engineering and design of a story–and uses it as the basis for narrative. The greatest potential of any story is found in the way six specific aspects of storytelling combine and empower each other on the page. When rendered artfully, they become a sum in excess of their parts.

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Bestselling author David Farland has taught dozens of writers who have gone on to staggering literary success, including such #1 New York Times Bestsellers as Brandon Mull (Fablehaven), Brandon Sanderson (Wheel of Time), James Dashner (The Maze Runner) and Stephenie Meyer (Twilight).

In this book, Dave teaches how to analyze an audience and outline a novel so that it can appeal to a wide readership, giving it the potential to become a bestseller. The secrets found in his unconventional approach will help you understand why so many of his authors go on to prominence.

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How do you create a main character readers won’t forget? How do you write a book in multiple-third-person point of view without confusing your readers (or yourself)? How do you plant essential information about a character’s past into a story?

Write Great Fiction: Characters, Emotion & Viewpoint by award-winning author Nancy Kress answers all of these questions and more! This accessible book is filled with interactive exercises and valuable advice that teaches you how to:

   Choose and execute the best point of view for your story
   Create three-dimensional and believable characters
   Develop your characters’ emotions
   Create realistic love, fight, and death scenes
   Use frustration to motivate your characters and drive your story.

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The road to rejection is paved with bad beginnings. Agents and editors agree: Improper story beginnings are the single biggest barrier to publication. Why? If a novel or short story has a bad beginning, then no one will keep reading. It’s just that simple.

In Hooked, author Les Edgerton draws on his experience as a successful fiction writer and teacher to help you overcome the weak openings that lead to instant rejection by showing you how to successfully use the ten core components inherent to any great beginning.

Plus, you’ll discover exclusive insider advice from agents and acquiring editors on what they look for in a strong opening. With Hooked, you’ll have all the information you need to craft a compelling beginning that lays the foundation for an irresistible story!

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A grain of rice, like a grain of sand, sifts through your hands with a mysterious and lovely sameness. Mostly white or tan, hundreds or thousands of grains pour smoothly out of buckets, out of burlap, into bowls, with a sound like small waterfalls. Rice seems so simple, really. And yet, because it plays a central role in world cuisines, these modest grains can carry the weight of history. Sometimes that history is deeply surprising.

Trinidadian ethnobotanist Francis Morean is living that surprise. The 56-year-old grew up in Trinidad’s Palo Seco hamlet, helping his mother and grandmother plant “hill rice” in the garden once the late-spring rainy season had begun. They would punch checkerboard-style holes in the ground with stakes fashioned from tree branches, and drop the rice seeds in. After harvesting, they would dry the rice plants on large cloths sewn together and laid in the sun. The dried rice plants were shredded by dancing and stomping on them barefoot, the hulls removed in homemade mortars and pestles. The rice stored well for years and was, says Morean, a cherished dish at the dinner table.

“In Sierra Leone and many West African nations, rice was an essential part of every meal,” Morean says. “So being able to produce one’s rice was a major plus for persons of the African diaspora.”

And this particular rice, in the words of David Shields, author of Southern Provisions: The Creation and Revival of a Cuisine, was “the most historically significant African diaspora grain in the Western Hemisphere.” Last month, Morean joined Shields and assorted rice geneticists, scholars, growers and chefs in Charleston, S.C., to attend a day-long tasting and presentation on the history of this unusual African rice that is, nowadays, causing a bit of a stir.

It’s a rice that traveled from Africa to low country — the sea islands and coastal plains of the American Southeast – and was grown widely in Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi and Kentucky. While it was not a major commercial crop on plantations, for the enslaved Africans who worked them, it was a vital, edible link to the homes they and their ancestors had been wrenched from. It was then brought to Trinidad by formerly enslaved people called Merikins — a variant of “Americans” — where it thrived even as it vanished from U.S. fields. It is a seed that followed the slave trade, and its repatriation now may help fill in a critical missing link in Southern, African and Trinidadian foodways.

A Lost Rice Variety — And The Story Of The Freed ‘Merikins’ Who Kept It Alive

Photo: Courtesy of Brian Ward

A Secret Door

Is there some deeper hidden meaning
I somehow sense there’s something more

An answer to life’s unfathomable mysteries
somewhere there must exist a secret door

A seldom used path leading closer to God
how or to whom will the way be shown

Never to be touched or felt by the senses
and yet I still must believe it can be known

Hiding before the blind eyes of the world
each ever grasping and struggling for gain

Clawing and scratching to accomplish nothing
attached to possessions, addicted to pain

I will seek in silence a secret door leading to
the abode of love lying just beyond our fear

For my heart still remembers finding it once
hiding closer than close and nearer than near

Another month of fics! These are some of the stand-out ones for me this month, and not all of them are exactly new, but excellent nonetheless. I’ve been cleaning out my to-read list, and I’ve found some absolute gems!

As always, you can catch up on previous LMR’s here and check out my standard reblog recs here. Also be sure to leave a writer some love, as feedback is what keeps writers motivated to keep putting stuff out!

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Silver-lined horizons, svelte grasping hands

Close enough will never be close enough

To see is to want, to touch is to have

A temperamental craving for more

An indomitable rapaciousness

Contagious, this longing; this lusting

For all the sweet things life has to offer

Above all quaint summer strolls are golden

When the heart sighs complete satisfaction

When svelte hands reach out to be held again

(Prompted:) Mocosa, by M.A. Tempels © 2017

[LYRICS] Whalien 52 by BTS

Korean

이 넓은 바다 그 한가운데
한 마리 고래가 나즈막히 외롭게 말을 해
아무리 소리쳐도 닿지 않는 게
사무치게 외로워 조용히 입 다무네
아무렴 어때 뭐가 됐던
이젠 뭐 I don’t care
외로움이란 녀석만 내 곁에서 머물 때
온전히 혼자가 돼
외로이 채우는 자물쇠
누군 말해 새끼 연예인 다 됐네
Oh fuck that 그래 뭐 어때 누군가 곁에
머물 수 없다 한대도 그걸로 족해
날 향해 쉽게 얘기하는 이 말은 곧 벽이 돼
외로움조차 니들 눈엔 척이 돼

그 벽에 갇혀서
내 숨이 막혀도
저 수면 위를 향해
Hey oh oh hey oh yeah

Lonely lonely lonely whale
이렇게 혼자 노래불러
외딴 섬 같은 나도
밝게 빛날 수 있을까

Lonely lonely lonely whale
이렇게 또 한 번 불러봐
대답 없는 이 노래가
내일에 닿을 때까지

No more no more baby
No more no more
끝없는 무전 하나
언젠가 닿을 거야
저기 지구 반대편까지 다

No more no more baby
No more no more
눈먼 고래들조차
날 볼 수 있을 거야
오늘도 다시 노래하지 나

세상은 절대로 몰라
내가 얼마나 슬픈지를
내 아픔은 섞일 수 없는 물과 기름
그저 난 수면 위에서만
숨을 쉴 때 관심 끝
외로운 바닷속 꼬마
나도 알리고 싶네
내 가치를 Everyday
걱정의 멀미를 해 늘 스티커는 귀 밑에
Never end 왜 끝은 없고 매번 hell
시간이 가도 차가운 심연 속의
Neverland
But 늘 생각해 지금
새우잠 자더라도 꿈은 고래답게
다가올 큰 칭찬이 매일 춤을 추게 할거야
나답게 Ye i’m swimmin’

내 미래를 향해 가
저 푸른 바다와
내 헤르츠를 믿어
Hey oh oh hey oh yeah

Lonely lonely lonely whale
이렇게 혼자 노래불러
외딴 섬 같은 나도
밝게 빛날 수 있을까

Lonely lonely lonely whale
이렇게 또 한 번 불러봐
대답 없는 이 노래가
내일에 닿을 때까지

어머니는 바다가 푸르다 하셨어
멀리 힘껏 니 목소릴 내라 하셨어
그런데 어떡하죠 여긴 너무 깜깜하고
온통 다른 말을 하는
다른 고래들 뿐인데
I juss can’t hold it ma
사랑한다 말하고 싶어
혼자 하는 돌림 노래
같은 악보 위를 되짚어
이 바다는 너무 깊어
그래도 난 다행인 걸
눈물 나도 아무도 모를테니
I’m a whalien

Lonely lonely lonely whale
이렇게 혼자 노래불러
외딴 섬 같은 나도
밝게 빛날 수 있을까

Lonely lonely lonely whale
이렇게 또 한 번 불러봐
대답 없는 이 노래가
내일에 닿을 때까지

No more no more baby
No more no more
끝없는 무전 하나 언젠가 닿을 거야
저기 지구 반대편까지 다

No more no more baby
No more no more
눈먼 고래들조차 난 볼 수 있을 거야
오늘도 다시 노래하지 나

English

In the middle of the vast ocean
One whale speaks softly and lonelily
The fact that no matter how much they shout, it won’t reach
Makes them so gravely lonely that they quietly shut their mouths
Now, well, I don’t care
When only the thing called Loneliness remained by my side
I’ve become completely alone
Some say, “bastard, you’ve become a celebrity”
Oh fuck that, yeah, well, so what, nobody
remains by my side, I’m ok like this
These words that are easily said towards me quickly becomes a wall
Even loneliness turns into something you can see

Even if my breaths are blocked
Because I’m confined in that wall
(I) head towards the surface of water above
Hey oh oh hey oh yeah

Lonely lonely lonely whale
Singing alone like this
Even me, who’s like a lonely island
Can I shine on the outside

Lonely lonely lonely whale
Like this, try calling once again
Until this song that doesn’t have a response
Reaches tomorrow

No more no more baby
No more no more
An endless signal, will reach someday
Everywhere, even to the other side of the earth

No more no more baby
No more no more
Even the blind whales
Will be able to see me
Today, again, I sing

The world will never know
How said I am
My hurt is water and oil that can’t mix
So only above the surface of the water do I
Breathe, and the interest (towards me) ends
A child in the lonely ocean
I want to make it known too
My value, everyday
I become sick with worry, the sticker always beneath my ear
Never end, why isn’t there an end; every time it’s hell
Even if time goes by, in the cold abyss
Neverland
But, I always think, now
Even if I sleep a shrimp’s sleep, my dreams are like that of a whale’s
The upcoming big praise will make me dance everyday
Like me, Ye i’m swimmin’

I go towards my future
That blue beach and
Believe in my hertz
Hey oh oh hey oh yeah

Lonely lonely lonely whale
Singing alone like this
Even me, who’s like a lonely island
Can I shine on the outside

Lonely lonely lonely whale
Like this, try calling once again
Until this song that doesn’t have a response
Reaches tomorrow

My mother said the sea is blue
She said to let out your voice as far as you can
But what to do, it’s so dark and
There are only different whales
speaking entirely different words
I juss can’t hold it ma
I want to say I love you
I want to trace back to this music sheet that’s
like a rotating song that I sing myself
This sea is too deep
Still, I’m lucky
Because even if I cry, no one would know
I’m a whalien

Lonely lonely lonely whale
Singing alone like this
Even me, who’s like a lonely island
Can I shine on the outside

Lonely lonely lonely whale
Like this, try calling once again
Until this song that doesn’t have a response
Reaches tomorrow

No more no more baby
No more no more
An endless signal, will reach someday
Everywhere, even to the other side of the earth

No more no more baby
No more no more
Even the blind whales
Will be able to see me
Today, again, I sing

Trans cr; Mary & Sihyun @ bts-trans
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im still pretty annoyed

someone on the tag had the nerve to suggest that Minako was a warning about where Victor might up and let me tell you, kids, Victor starts the series with

  • a career he’s not sure about any more
  • an empty, beautiful apartment
  • a senior dog

whereas Minako starts out with

  • a successful career she retired from with multiple awards
    • not just any awards, but the basic equivalent of Victor’s medals
  • a career teaching the next generation of her passion
  • both a ballet studio and another business which is not cheap to maintain
  • an adopted family with the Katsukis
    • to whom she’s so close that she has practically coraised their kids with them
  • enough money to travel and support her student, who is making a mark in a related field with the skills she taught him
  • the respect of the people she loves and her community

so honestly

Victor should be so lucky as to end up like Minako??????

Comfort - Steve x Reader

changed slightly from the request but i quite like this one, thanks you reading guys and make sure to follow for more


An inch to the right and you would have been paralysed. An inch the left and it would have killed you. You were lucky to say the least but you were still in the ICU of the avengers tower. It was supposed to be a simple mission, infiltrate a hydra base and take out the targets - something you had done a million times before but this time, you were unprepared. The sheer amount of hydra agents was beyond belief and you were cornered with your only rescue fighting out in the corridor, and, as hard as you tried to fight your way out; a bullet pierced through your skin and lodged itself somewhere around your spine.

—————————————-Flashback—————————————-

The shot must have alerted Steve because within seconds he was taking down the last remaining agents that surrounded you. You gasped for breath as you fell painfully to your knees before sitting back and clutching at your stomach, the blood staining your hands. “Steve” you mumbled and looked up at the soldier as he knocked the last agent out.

“oh my god, Y/N.” dropped his shield and ran to your side, crouching down beside you and pulling you into his arms. “Y/N’s down!” he shouted into coms, “Get Banner on the jet im bringing her to you.” you looked at the worry on his face, “I’m going to have to carry you okay, just stay awake for me yea?” he mumbled and slid his arms beneath you gently.  You cried out as he lifted you and you clutched onto him as your vision started fading.

“Steve I cant…” you whispered

“yes you can, you are going to stay awake okay” you could hear the panic in his voice as he put his shield on his back and started to run as carefully as possible back to the jet.

You couldn’t really remember waking up. You couldn’t really recall falling into oblivion either. All you knew was the pain and being in Steve’s arms, followed by Banner’s shouting and the painful brightness of shields hospital lights. You think it was the loud noises of hospital machinery that pulled you back to consciousness. It was almost deafening compared to the silence you had know for what felt like a few short minuets. Sucking in a quick breath the smell of putrid disinfectant and hospital antiseptic burned my throat which had already been destroyed by dehydration. You turned your head slightly, not having the energy to sit up, you were in SHIELD - that much you knew but everything else seemed hazy. “Y/N, can you hear me? Y/N?” it took you a minute to react to someone calling your name and you turned slowly to see Bruce beside your bed with a look of concern on his face. “welcome back, Y/N” he smiled.

————————————–end of flashback———————————–

That was about 3 weeks ago. You had been moved to the tower last week for recovery but its been hard. You weren’t able to train or join your friends for movie nights and dinner - the simple things. Of course they came to visit you but it wasn’t the same. One person had visited you the most, Steve. The two of you were like brother and sister and were the closet thing either of you had to family. You had been assigned his case when he was ‘defrosted’ and since then you were inseparable - like the Maximoffs.

“Hey,” he smiled as he poked his head around the door, “How’s my girl?” he asked, revealing that he had brought ice-cream and a movie, coming in and putting the movie on

“I’m great now” you laughed as he came over and kissed your forehead lightly before carefully climbing into the bed with you.

A while into the movie you looked up at Steve just to find him already looking down at you , you were cuddled into his side and he had his arm around you protectively,

“im sorry, I just cant get over how amazing you are.” he chuckled blushing at being caught.

“its fine, and how am I amazing. I got shot” you laughed adjusting your position so you were sat level to him.

“that’s exactly how you are amazing, you got shot and your still here. Still here for me.” he chuckled, “I wouldn’t be where I am today without you - you got me back into the world ya know.” he smiled down at you and pulled you close to him as you chuckled

“anything for family”

“you consider me as family?” he murmured

“of course, we’re like siblings aren’t we?” you smiled sitting up and looking at him.

“yes, I guess we are little sis” he laughed making you laugh too.

“why am I the 'little sis’” you managed between laughs

“Y/N, im 98”

“oh yea…” you went silent for a moment before erupting to laughter once again.  "We’re crazy"

“that we are” he smiled at you “I love you little sis”

"and I love you big brother”

[LYRICS] (ENG TRANS) Whalien 52

in the center of this wide sea
one lonely whale speaks lowly
no matter how much she screams, the fact that it reaches no one
is bitterly lonely, she closes her mouth quietly
certainly it’s fine, it’s nothing,
so what, I don’t care
when only that thing called loneliness stops at my side
I become entirely alone
a padlock full of loneliness
someone say it, bastard, you totally became a celebrity
oh fuck that, fine, what, so what, no one can stop
at my side, I’m fine as I am
these words that are said so easily to me soon become a wall
loneliness itself becomes something you can see

even if you block my breath
while locked inside that wall
toward that surface
hey oh oh hey oh yeah

lonely lonely lonely whale
singing alone like this
can even an out-of-the-way island such as myself
shine brightly?
lonely lonely lonely whale
try singing just once more like this
until this song that has no answer
reaches tomorrow

no more, no more baby
no more, no more
an endless message
will one day reach someone
to the other side of that planet
no more, no more baby
no more, no more
even the whales who are far from me
will eventually see me
I sing again today

the world know properly
how sad I am
my pain is like water and oil that can’t be mixed
only above the surface of the water
when I breathe, the interest ends
for the kids inside this lonely ocean
I want to tell them too
every day, how valuable I am
the airsickness of worrying, always a sticker below my ear
never end, why does it never end and is always hell
even as time passes, the neverland
inside the cold abyss
but I always think, now
even if I take a nap, my dreams are like whales
the big praise that will come will make me dance every day
like me, yeah, I’m swimming

I go towards my future
with that blue sea
believe in my hertz
hey oh oh hey oh yeah

lonely lonely lonely whale
singing alone like this
can even an out-of-the-way island such as myself
shine brightly?
lonely lonely lonely whale
try singing just once more like this
until this song that has no answer
reaches tomorrow

my mother said that the sea is blue
she said to throw your voice out as far as you can
but what can I do, it’s too dark here and
there are only entirely different whales
speaking entirely different words
I just can’t hold it ma
I want to say I love you
this solitary song in a round
overturning on the same melody
this sea is too deep
even so, I’m lucky
that even if I cry, no one will know
I’m a whalien

lonely lonely lonely whale
singing alone like this
can even an out-of-the-way island such as myself
shine brightly?
lonely lonely lonely whale
try singing just once more like this
until this song that has no answer
reaches tomorrow

no more, no more baby
no more, no more
an endless message
will one day reach someone
to the other side of that planet
no more, no more baby
no more, no more
even the whales who are far from me
will eventually see me
I sing again today

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