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Read, read, read. Read everything—trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You’ll absorb it. Then write. If it is good, you’ll find out. If it’s not, throw it out the window.
—  William Faulkner
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Jihoon: Hey, manager? Consider this my official complaint of your employees. I sincerely hope he’s better at cleaning toilets than at dealing with customers. Only one way to find out! K’chow! 

Bernie: Ugh, not again. William, I can’t help but notice you seem…off lately. Anything you want to talk about? 

William: Pfft, no. 

Bernie: So much for that plan. Excuse me, sir. So sorry for my employee’s bad attitude. Please accept this coupon for one free pizza as my sincere apology. 

Jihoon: Well that’s mighty kind of–

Bernie: But he’s also right; we are seriously closed. Get out. 

Useful quotes about writing

I’ve collected a few quotes from famous writers that can help you through the writing process.

About creativity:

“If there’s a book that you want to read, but it hasn’t been written yet, then you must write it.” Toni Morrison

“Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got.” Philip José Farmer

“Your intuition knows what to write, so get out of the way.” Ray Bradbury

“Don’t classify me, read me. I’m a writer, not a genre.” Carlos Fuentes

“Good ideas stay with you until you eventually write the story.” Brian Keene

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anonymous asked:

what do you think would william be doing right now ?

William is watching Mulder, keeping silent vigil from the doorway. Observing people is a hobby of his and this man keeps his interest more than any other. It’s hard to believe that after all these years, he’s getting to know his father.

“Mulder?” William asks, knocking on the doorjamb.

Mulder turns around, a small smile on his lips. “Will! Come to participate in the salient task of ham radio repair?” Stepping forward, Mulder places a hand on William’s shoulder and guides him toward the defunct radio.

“Not exactly. Uh-” William shifts his weight “-I’ll come back later.” Before he can turn around, Mulder speaks.

“The radio can wait. What’s up, kid?”

William glances out the window and tongues the corner of his mouth, something he’s recently discovered he inherited from his mother. 

“Dana told me a few days ago that today was your birthday. So, uh, I got you something,” he says, catching Mulder’s eyes and thumbing back toward the door. “It’s outside.” Cocking his head, he half-grins. “Happy birthday.”

Mulder opens his mouth and shuts it twice before he speaks. “Thank you,” he says, reaching out to squeeze William’s shoulder. 

“It was nothing. C’mon!” William darts out the door, through the ramshackle house, and out onto the driveway. Mulder follows. Reaching behind a bush, William palms a basketball and tosses it to Mulder. “When I told Dana I played for my high school, she told me you did too. So I thought, even though you’re a Knicks fan, I dunno, maybe we could play?” William points down the street to a basketball hoop and Mulder’s eyes follow.

A minute passes before Mulder clears his throat, grabs the left shoulder of his t-shirt and wipes his eye.

“I’d like nothing more.”

You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains.You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines.You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows.This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too.
—  William Shakespeare