we must write all the things now

The most important writing lesson I ever learned was not in a screenwriting class, but a fiction class.

This was senior year of college.  Most of us had already been accepted into grad school of some sort. We felt powerful, we felt talented, and most of all, we felt artistic.

It was the advanced fiction workshop, and we did an entire round of workshops with everyone’s best stories, their most advanced work, their most polished pieces. It was very technical and, most of all, very artistic.

IE: They were boring pieces of pretentious crap.

Now the teacher was either a genius OR was tired of our shit, and decided to give us a challenge.  Flash fiction, he said. Write something as quickly as possible.  Make it stupid.  Make it not mean a thing, just be a quick little blast of words. 

And, of course, we all got stupid.  Little one and two pages of prose without the barriers that it must be good. Little flashes of characters, little bits of scenarios.

And they were electric.  All of them. So interesting, so vivid, not held back by the need to write important things or artistic things. 

One sticks in my mind even today.  The guys original piece was a thinky, thoughtful piece relating the breaking up of threesomes to volcanoes and uncontrolled eruptions that was just annoying to read. But his flash fiction was this three page bit about a homeless man who stole a truck full of coca cola and had to bribe people to drink the soda so he could return the cans to recycling so he could afford one night with the prostitute he loved.

It was funny, it was heartfelt, and it was so, so, so well written.

And just that one little bit of advice, the write something short and stupid, changed a ton of people’s writing styles for the better.

It was amazing. So go.  Go write something small.  Go write something that’s not artistic.  Go write something stupid. Go have fun.

Ratatouille  {Sentence Starters}

  • “It isn’t stealing if no one wants it.”
  • “I killed a man… with THIS thumb.”
  • “I was just trying to stay out of trouble!”
  • “Did you nod? Have you been nodding?”
  • “You must be imaginative, strong-hearted.”
  • “Can I interest you in a dessert this evening?”
  • “Should I be concerned about this? About you?”
  • “When all is said and done, we’re all we’ve got.”
  • “Keep your station clear… or I WILL KILL YOU!”
  • “This is the way things are. You can’t change nature.”
  • “The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations.”
  • “We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read.”
  • “Okay, I’m gonna let you out now. But we’re together on this, right?”
  • “The world we live in belongs to the enemy. We must live carefully.”
  • “It’s like you’re involving me in crime, and I let you. Why do I let you?”
  • “No one know for sure. He changes the story every time you ask him.”
  • “If you focus on what you left behind you will never see what lies ahead!”
  • “If you’re gonna name a food, you should give it a name that sounds delicious.”
  • “I will return tomorrow night with high expectations. Pray you don’t disappoint me.”
  • “Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere.”
  • “You know what I’m craving? A little perspective. That’s it. I’d like some fresh, clear, well seasoned perspective.”
  • “Ratatouille doesn’t sound delicious. It sounds like “rat” and “patootie”. Rat patootie! Which does not sound delicious.”
  • “You must try things that may not work, and you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from.”
The Laws of Deduction

In deduction, we use logic and generalisations to come to conclusions, or deductions about a thing or person. Many people do this subconsciously, little things like what hand someone writes with or if someone gets engaged, but never takes it to its full extent.

Of course, we all know Sherlock doesn’t use deduction. He uses a mixture of all three types, Deduction, Induction and Abduction, things we are writing posts on right now.

Deduction, however, is a science, and as with many others, has laws, things that cannot be broken and still have your conclusion come out as true. These laws are easy to learn and can help stamp out any incorrect deductions you may make, just by running them through the three of these:

/THE LAW OF DETACHMENT

From Modus ponens, the Law of Detachment basically means if a conditional statement and a hypothesis are made, a conclusion must fit both to be true.

The Latin, Modus ponens, means “the way that affirms by affirming” which basically explains the entire concept. Put simply, “if X implies Y, and X is true, so must Y”

  • X=Y is the conditional statement;
  • X as the hypothesis;
  • Y as the conclusion.

An example of this is:

  • If someone is right-handed, they will write with their right hand
  • Someone is writing with their right hand
  • The person is right-handed.

Pretty simple concept, and very useful.

/THE LAW OF SYLLOGISM

Syllogism comes from Greek, and it means conclusion or inference. You have probably seen an example of it before, in the form of:

All men are mortal
Socrates is a man
Therefore Socrates is mortal

So what does it mean? Well, simply, a hypothesis of a statement combined with the conclusion of another. In the example, hypothesis 1 (H1) is “all men are mortal”  hypothesis 2 (H2) is “Socrates is a man” and if you combine H1 with the conclusion of H2 then we reach the conclusion of “Socrates is mortal” which is correct, in this case. Simply:

  • X = Y
  • Z = X
  • Z = Y

However, this law isn’t always true. There can be times when your conclusion isn’t valid, for example:

Some televisions are black and white
All penguins are black and white
Therefore, some televisions are penguins

Clearly, this is wrong. A way around this is to not form hypotheses that have no conclusive proof, only use ones that have been accepted by the majority of people, and don’t try to combine incompatible hypotheses, and also, the law itself does not have flaws, the logic is there, and it’s your responsibility to make sure YOUR logic is sound when you use this law.

/THE LAW OF CONTRAPOSITIVE

This has the longest title, but is the easiest concept to understand. Contrapositive also comes from Latin, this time Modus tollens, meaning “the way that denies by denying”  the concept basically states that if a conclusion is false, so must the hypothesis.

Again, an example:

If I am lonely, there is nobody around
x, y

There are people around;
I am not lonely.

x = y
Opposite of x = Opposite of y

Another pretty simply rule, but you can see that it’s true.


And that’s it, the three laws of deduction: detachment, syllogism and contrapositive. You do not need to learn them all, but if you are planning on making deductions that heavily involve hypothesises, then I suggest asking an effort.

Technically, these are laws of logic, but many places I researched them put them down as laws of deduction, so whilst the name of them is to be debated, I’m confident that they work and are sound.


Any questions or corrections feel free to send an ask.

XW

And With That My Lovelies...

I take my leave. I have transcended this mortal coil.

I must go and convince Ahsoka not to do A Thing (not to be confused with THE THING) that she REALLY wants to do because of THE THING.

And so… I leave you with my final Fight Song, the song of my tragic final battle with the Dark, with the Night, with the Snooze button, and the ObiRex.

The song of a woman dying from too much fun and laughter, as she charges into the firey sunset and shouts “ANAKIN STOP DOING THE THING!” and laments writing the scene that won’t take place for another twenty chapters.

Farewell my readers and my friends.

All good things must come to an end…

As many of you may know, this is not a message that we ever wanted to write or post. Cru has been our home and distraction for years now, and we’ve met so many wonderful people and characters throughout its’ course. Many of you we consider family, and as much as it pains us to have to do this, we are officially closing the rp. Perhaps in the summer when we both get more time and muse, we will open CRU or another new college rp, And we encourage you all to join us once again.

Lori & Naz & Murat

and, just like that,
it’s over-
almost as quickly as it
began, i must say.
goodbyes are a hell of
a lot harder than hellos.
walking away from you
was bittersweet.
there was so much
i wanted to tell you,
but i didn’t even
say goodbye.
i left you silently,
the same way we met.
so now, here i am,
weighed down by all of the
things i should’ve said.
i thought heartache was
just a mental pain,
but i can feel it in my chest,
twisting and shattering.
i wish i couldn’t feel a
goddamned thing.
—  you were supposed to save me, not break me // by april
Dysthymia

I know I fucked up,
and that I owe the
entire universe
an apology.

It must have smiled
when our souls first met,
we were destined to be
the greatest love poem
in its entire anthology.

But that’s all in the past,
it just wasn’t meant to be
(or maybe it was, but that
doesn’t matter, really),
the only thing left now,
is to get down
on
both of my knees 
and beg,

please,

please,

please,

if there are times
that she thinks of me,
let her remember the man,
and not the disease.

- M.A. Tempels © 2015

anyone else notice how the rules we must adhere to in order to love kylo ren in the ~right~ way keep getting more and more restrictive?  got to make sure we write a disclaimer that we don’t approve of the things he’s done.  got to love him as a villain and stop hoping for his redemption.  got to stop having sympathy for him.  got to stop trying to understand him at all.  got to assign him COMPLETE AGENCY in every aspect of his life - even the things that have been done to him.  

and now apparently we’ve got to make sure we call him ‘kylo ren’ and never ‘ben solo.’

I’m tired.

Ok, I’m now seeing news articles from people (no sites I take seriously at all, but you know, I want to write a reply of sorts) that the fannibals are becoming disheartened and must keep pushing and pushing because things have gone down since the news was made and just…

I’m going to say FUCK YOU to that. Absolutely.

  • We trended worldwide when the news broke because the news broke that is a huge boost. We can’t keep that up, that’s insane. No show has the demand on it to keep that up and neither does Hannibal.
  • Some of us were genuinely making ourselves ill. That first week and a half of constantly tweeting, campaiging, some fannibals weren’t eating, because, you can’t eat and type. Most were run down, some of us became ill. We can’t keep doing it forever, and to say we’re becoming disheartened and not doing enough, that’s insulting and just unfair, people’s health is important.
  • We need to have strong thursday nights, so I would much rather us go back to doing one night a week unless we have news to do something else, and that one night be AMAZING that people are actually able to enjoy than have 7 bleh days where people are pulling shifts (yes, Fannibals were pulling actual shifts with fannibals from other countries so the pressure was kept up 24/7) that’s more conducive to people enjoying themselves.

So yeah, I just, I’m not having people who are working hard being made to feel like it isn’t enough, if you join us on Thursday, if you’re taking part in the fandom, you’re helping save Hannibal, 100%, and I love you for it. 

the devil’s advocate #10

chapter 10: the colour of her hair
rated
: M for mature content (no nsfw)
summary: “Yeah.” He nodded. “From now on, I’ll protect you.”

I’m so sorry for the delay!! But I was really busy with life, I hope you understand. And because I’ll continue to be busy for a bit,
this fic will go on a Christmas Hiatus!
I’ll be busy visiting my family over the holidays, and I will use this time to write as much as I can to secure future regular updates again!! On we go now, expect more of this fic next year! ;)

read: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6.1 | Part 6.2 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | all chapters | on ff.net

It is known that, where devils thrive, there will always be someone to combat their evil.

It is the nature of things, the balance that must never be unsettled.

There is good, and there is evil.

But it never is that easy, and the world is certainly not painted in black and white.

A long time ago, on earth, two people who should have never been anything but enemies chose to tread a different path.

Neither was perfectly good or perfectly bad. Neither was human, either.

The first time they met was on a street corner in Pompeii, 79 AD. Many people died that day. Some, however, were saved by a man with an odd tattoo – but the rumours were lost to time. A woman with scarlet hair had been watching him silently before leading many, many dead souls down to an even greater fire.

They met again, many times, too many for it to be by pure coincidence alone.

The angel, Jellal, would smile at the woman in charge of the souls of sinners, telling her that one day she might lead him downwards too – or, if he was very lucky, that she would leave behind her world and join him.

The devil, Erza, would smile back. Stolen glances turned to stolen touches, to stolen kisses and stolen whispers, and soon neither of them knew where they belonged anymore.

Would she take him to hell with her, or would they both be forgiven for their sins?

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@mad-madam-m replied to your post: “@sterekfluffer replied to your post: “@sterekfluffer and @pumpkinhale…”

…yeah I most definitely did not do the same thing with Northanger Abbey and I do NOT have a Northanger Abbey AU on my “wouldn’t it be nice” list of things to write >.>

*puts fist in mouth*

Okay, but can we take a moment to imagine the following scenes in Sterek form? Mostly I imagine Stiles as Catherine because she’s a highly curious being, but sometimes I think she fits Derek more (because Derek is a big ol’ romantic who laps up those romantic novels, you can deny it all you want!)

“Now I must give one smirk, and then we may be rational again.” Derek turned away his head, not knowing whether he might venture to laugh. “I see what you think of me,” said he gravely — “I shall make but a poor figure in your journal tomorrow.”

“My journal!”

“Yes, I know exactly what you will say: Friday, went to the Lower Rooms; wore my red breeches — plain black shoes — appeared to much advantage; but was strangely harassed by a queer, half–witted man, who would make me dance with him, and distressed me by his nonsense.”

THERE AREN’T EVEN WORDS FOR THIS ONE IN THE BOOK. JUST *INTERNAL SCREAMING OVER ALL THE UST*

(I’m pretty sure this is where someone wakes up harder than they have ever been in their life.)

“I have broken with my father, Stiles. I may never speak to him again.”

“What did he say to you?”

“Let me tell you what I said to him. I told him I felt myself bound to you, by honour, by affection, and by a love so strong, that nothing he could do could deter me from-” Derek frowned.

“From what?” Stiles gasped.

“Before I go on, I have to tell you…I may never be a rich man, Stiles.”

“Please,” Stiles begged, “go on with what you were going to say!”

“Will you marry me, Stiles?”

“Yes.”

*cough*

I really didn’t mean for all that to happen…BUT NORTHANGER ABBEY AU!!!

We’re Baaaaackkkk! That’s right, my wonderful creative powerhouse of a partner @andrea.balt and I are kicking off another Write Yourself Alive, 30 Days of Writing course that begins February 1st! Hearing from all of you rad people on my book tours and through emails has let us know just how powerful a thing this little course is, so we’re doing it again!! It’s an all new course that we have been (and will continue to) busting our butts to make better than ever. We cannot Wait to bring it to you.

Registration officially opens Monday, January 18th and we will be posting more details as we get closer, but for now, mark your calendars, set your watches, tell Siri, whatever you must do to not forget. We need you there! Follow @writeyourselfalive and @tylerknott and @andrea.balt to make sure you get all the details. Ahhh!

WriteYourselfAlive.org
#tylerknott #writeyourselfalive #andreabalt

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#GoodbyeRevenge Week ∞  Day Three

Favorite Main Character(s): Daniel Grayson  (2 / 3)

My whole life, I’ve been told I was destined for greatness based solely on the virtue of my name. I was taught sacrifice was for the foolish. Survival was all that mattered. But now I find myself at a crossroads, and I must decide what I believe to be true. There is no such thing as destiny. Legacies must be earned by the choices we make. I now know that we write our own endings, and we can either choose to hide as villains or live as heroes.

2K Follower Celebration: Giveaway Challenge!

Originally posted by veephbo

EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU HAVE MADE MY LIFE SO COMPLETE. No, seriously. I just wanted to get to 1K by the end of this year, and here we are at 2K? Wtf. 

I could go on and on about how grateful I am – because I am – but I think you all know how much I love you. And if you don’t, let me know. I’ll freakin’ remind you. 

Because it seems to be the thing right now (or at least I am seeing more of them) and because my to-do lists for writing and real life are stupid busy, I’m going to be doing a giveaway challenge for my 2K Celebration! Here’s what you need to do/know: 

  • MUST BE FOLLOWING ME. And yes, I will check. Why? It’s a followers’ celebration, dude. 
  • Send me an ASK if you’d like to participate - don’t need any details, just tell me you want in on the challenge. I will not respond to PM’s or reblogs or replies; much easier to keep track of asks! 
  •  I will reply with a song, randomly selected from my saved songs on Spotify. Use it any way you like, but it must be mentioned in the fic, not just in the intro info when you post. 
  • It’s up to you to choose the character, pairing, and genre of your fic. Any Supernatural characters or actors from the show qualify! For personal reasons, please do not submit Destiel, Sastiel, Wincest, or other similar pairings. 
  • Fics must be a minimum of 500 words and a maximum of 5000. I do intend to read each and every one. 
  • Please post your fic with the tag @iwantthedean, and #nic2k #nic2kgiveawaychallenge #nic2ksongfic by September 10th. Edit: Original date was August 31st, but I changed it to give the awesome participants more time!
  • I will enter each fic into a random drawing; prizes will be offered from various Supernatural-related “small businesses” (Etsy shops, vendors I came across at MinnCon, etc.)
  • In order to qualify for the drawing, you must post your fic on time and follow all of these guidelines. Number of winners will depend on the number of entries. 
  • All fics posted for this challenge will receive a reblog with a comment, and be compiled into a master list for my Master List of Master Lists. 

Okay, I think that’s everything! If you have any questions, please feel free to ask! Love you guys!! 

Tags under the cut, just went through my following list and tagged who I thought would be kind enough to signal boost or might want to enter :) 

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2 November 1987 George’s album “Cloud 9″ is released

“People tend to write you off. It’s a bit silly, cos after all the time we’ve been around you know. you think, well I must know something by now. I always felt confident that if I wanted to do something you know and do it right, I could eventually. It’s just the desire and building up the desire to do it. The worse thing is if you make a record and it don’t get played on the radio or nobody gets to know if it’s out or nobody buys it, if they do know it’s out. That’s it, cos then you know you’ve got to start again, do it all again, So it’s very satisfying to sell records and get good airplay on it.” - George, 1987, “In The Studio” interview with RedBeard

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so yeah i met frank iero the other day, i’ve waited for this 8 years and finally it fucking happened and i can’t be more happy.

i’m gonna guys write the little story behind this right here so if you wanna stop reading you can do it right now, but if you have a little time please read it. i feel like i must share this with the world because people needs to know what it happened. they did a lot for me and for my friends, they all are such a lovely, lovely guys and i’m so grateful with each one of them.

this is the thing: i traveled from spain with 2 friends just to saw them, we knew it would a really hard journey, it was our first time going outside our country to see a band so we were so excited but insecure and nervous. we didn’t have enough money to get a room on a hostel so we had to “sleep” in the street, i’m writting the “” because we didn’t sleep in those three days haha but nevermind. we didn’t have a roof, all it was the uk streets vs. us. we thought it’ll be the kind of adventure you wanna tell to your kids someday, actually it was, but we were afraid of what we could find on those nights too.
our first [and only date] was supposed to be brighton, we arrived to the venue around 11pm of the day before the show and we got the numbers 3, 4 and 5, so it was awesome. that night there was really hard, it was cold af and we didn’t have blankets or anything because we only carried a little bag with things like underwear, a few t-shirts, deodorant and our passports. we tried to sleep some but we couldn’t. at like 4am we went to walk around brighton trying to get warm. those hours until 8am were like hell. 
around 2pm their tour bus arrived to the venue and things started to get better. we met such a nice people on the line, we met two beautiful ladies that helped us a lot of times, one of them was who introduced us to evan and rob. we were talking with them like 20 minutes, this lady told them that we were from spain and they were like “no waaay, that’s fucking awesome, thank you so so so much for coming”. they asked us things about our journey and from which part of spain we were and stuff and we were like “everything it’s fine minus that we don’t have a bed lmao” and they looked at each other and then there was a 10 sec moment of silence and then evan said “wow…that’s not that alright, please baby girls be safe” they were so lovely and caring ugh.
the show was awesome, the supports were AMAZING, i fell in love with derek from the homeless gospel choir. frank and the guys did such a great fucking job and frank went crazy with the crowd surfing on the skateboard, at this point i think everybody knows what i’m talking about haha. well he did that on my head and it hurt a little but it was okay.
at the end of the show we got to meet derek for the first time and one of my friends and i bought his record and he was so happy about that, we started to talk and he was like “where are you from guys???” and we said “from spain!!” and he was like “yeaahhhh man, thank you so much for coming, thank you for everything” and after that i run to matt and asked him for a pic and for a little message from my bff so i have to told him that i was from spain and he was like “really??? this is great, thank you so much for coming to see us” i fucking love this dude. and then we met frank. before he met us he came to us and said “hey babies i’ll be back in 10 minutes i have to do the packages” and then he returned and he drew me boozey and i asked him for a message for my friend too and while he was writting it i was like “please the message from my friend” because i didn’t notice he was doing that actually and he said “yeah shhh it’s there it’s thereeeee”. ugh. i kinda feel bad for that but he was a cutie. and then we talked with evan again and someone from their staff was like “evan we have to go, come onnnn” and he didn’t care at all and was like “yeah wait” and he kept talk with us and wrote a thing for my bff too. i love him so much godddd.
everything ended up at around 1am but our bus to london didn’t come until 5am so we have to rest somewhere. when we arrived to london at like 7am we went to a starbucks and we started to think about what would it happen if we go to the oxford show but at first we were like nah bc we didn’t have any tickets and it was sold out???? but at the end we decided to go, we didn’t have anything, and we had to cancelled some buses we had planned and buy others but we finally arrived to oxford at like 11pm and we get the numbers 20, 21 and 22 but we were like “puff okay but we don’t have tickets so whatever”.
around 1pm we met frank again, we took that selfie. i actually look pretty bad because i had a poor make up and i was so sleepy and everything was kinda fucked up but ok. i asked him for a video for my bff and he kinda remind what i told him the day before??? i was like “hey sir can you record a video for my…” and he said “yeah for your bff who didn’t come right?” since we met frank and finally took the pic with him [the security of brighton didn’t let us to take one] we were like “ok, we have everything we wanted we should back to our plans and return to london and go to the airport and wait there till our flight because if not we are gonna have to buy a 37€ coach and we don’t have money and tickets either and we are not gonna get them” BUT suddenly a girl on line give us a free ticket so we just need 2 more.
the people on line told us we should ask derek and the drummer of milk teeth about the tickets and tell our story, so one of the ladies we met the show before asked the drummer and he was like “idk you should talk to derek maybe he could help a little bit more than me” but derek was inside the venue already so everything looked bad but suddenly the drummer come to we where with derek and derek was like “what is happening?? something about someone not having tickets???” and everybody was like “yeah these girls” and derek was like “hello ladies, so the three spanish girls don’t have tickets for today… that’s so bad” and we were like “yeah” and told the story and he was like “ok we need three tickets right?” and everybody said “only two!!” and he said “awesome, two tickets. i’ll be inside again and talk with everybody, i’m not gonna promise you i’m gonna get you the tickets but i’m gonna do everything for you guys okay? i’m gonna tell the thing to this people right now. stay right here and calm” this happened at like 3pm and doors open at 6pm. at 5pm we still hadn’t the tickets, we were asking every fucking person on line if we knew about someone that wanted to sell any but nothing. but at like 5:15pm the venue gave us two fucking tickets, we saw the lady on the post office talking with someone on the phone and then she called us and gave us the tickets………… i don’t know at who i have to be this grateful, i mean, these people actually helped us and i still can’t believe it this happened because what the hell. i don’t know if frank knew about this too or not, i don’t know if him and the cellabration helped with this too, i wanna think so, but i’m so grateful with each one of this awesome people and they have a special place in my heart now.
oxford’s show was a w e s o m e. frank sang joyriding literally in my face. i had to put a hand on his chest because if not he’d fall over me lmao. i wish i took a video of that moment but the crowd was so rude and i was afraid my phone was lost or something.
at the end of the show we got to meet frank again and i asked him for his favorite line of all of the lyrics of leathermouth and he wrote what it’s shows that second picture. he was so suprised when i asked him for that, he was like “wow………” and he took a few seconds before he started to write it and then he was like “thank you so much” and he give me the honest big smile i saw before seriously. and after that we met derek and matt again and we were talking and they were like “you guys finally got tickets!!!” and we were like “yeah thank you so much for the help guys” and derek was like “i’ve done everything i could, i’m so glad you guys were there” and then we kept talking, they were like “hey how do you say asshole in spanish” and things like that and matt….. what the hell, this dude is pure gold. and then we told them that oxford was our last date because we had to back to spain the next day and they were like “it was a pleasure to meet you, stay safe and have a great and safe flight back home”. and that’s all.
they were such a lovely and caring people. i have so much respect in those guys now. and i miss them so much, it was such a nice experience i’ll never forget. and i can’t wait to repeat this hopefully next year.