“There are far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” — C.S. Lewis
1) outofprintclothing.com — A clothing store for the literature fan club, OutOfPrintClothing offers a wide variety of clothing and accessories emblazoned with famous literary logos. With everything from a basic “Pride and Prejudice” t-shirt to the “Poe-ka Dot” Edgar Allen Poe iPhone case, this site has an item for every book buff. They even have a section designated for photos of people showing off their book-love swag.
2) blablameter.com — Similar in design to the website that tells you how much your writing is like a famous author’s, the BlaBlaMeter will indicate how much of your writing is absolute crap. All you have to do is copy and paste a bit of your work into the BlaBlaMeter box and it will show you how much of your writing you threw in there just because. Apparently, everything previous to this sentence rates a .19 on the scale. That’s good, right?
3) telescopictext.com — Created by Joe Davis in 2008, TelescopicText starts off with a very simple sentence: “I made tea.” Users can then click any of the three words and the sentence will change. For example, clicking on “made” elicits “I made myself tea.” Each click of a word or phrase produces another bit of information in the sentence until it becomes a long descriptive paragraph of the character making tea. This game-like experience is fun for us nerdy writers who enjoy seeing a visual depiction of the importance and meaning of details.
4) bookshelfporn.com — Though claiming a slightly intimidating title, don’t be afraid to Google this site, book-lovers. BookshelfPorn is a massive collection of photos of beautiful bookshelves all over the world. An image gallery set up similarly to Pinterest, BookshelfPorn provides that fix all writers crave: staring at a well-crafted and well-designed bookshelf. It’s okay, not everyone understands…
5) This isn’t even a site. But this is hilarious.
Know of other great sites that I’ve left out? Share them in the comments below.
“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.” – Henry David Thoreau
“Your greatest awakening comes when you are aware about your infinite nature.” – Amit Ray
How is that every time I think I know what I want,
How can half my life be devoted to one thing
And one thought can upset an entire dream?
I want to write
But what to write about? What for?
I could be a screenwriter,
A writer of films.
I’ve always loved movies. Why not?
I could write children’s books,
the next J.K. Rowling.
I like kids. Kids like me. Why not?
I could write textbooks,
The How-To of life.
I hate textbooks. Better job security. Why not?
I could write reviews for a magazine or paper,
Ebert for a new age.
Maybe they’ll give me free things. Opinions are nice. Why not?
I could be a film director, photographer, artist,
But just maybe on the side.
I don’t know enough about those things to do them for a life.
I could work in a bookstore,
Just to get me on my feet.
What if I end up liking it? Owner of a bookstore. Why not?
I could be an editor,
Of a magazine or for publishing.
But really that’s not writing at all.
And what I love is that I love to write.
And despite all these questions, that’s what I want to do.
But how do I know if what I’ll write is right?
Will it make me happy
And if I finally do decide on a job, where will I be jobbing from?
Probably in the same place
Where all the jobbers go.
What about books? That’s what I’d always planned to do,
Is it bad to have these thoughts,
To feel like I’m cheating
on my dreams?
And what is it about college,
where you’re supposed to
that makes you question
It’s been a long week here at wherever I am, and there’s a few things I need to catch you guys up to speed on.
My beloved betta fish Hemingway has unfortunately passed away. Like Ernest Hemingway, Hemmy (as I so dearly referred to him) survived several brushes with death (though none of them involved plane crashes or blood poisoning). But eventually his swim bladder disease got the best of him and I was forced to bid adieu to my grumpy-faced fishy friend.
Naturally, I blamed myself for his death. Did I do something wrong when I changed his water? Should I have acted sooner when I noticed he was looking a bit sluggish? Whether his untimely death was a result of my actions (or in-actions), I am uncertain. But I know that I felt deeply responsible.
I mourned. And after a few weeks, I worked up the courage to try again and bought myself a new fish.
Everyone, meet DaVinci.
He’s a delta tail Betta. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to get a picture of him with his fins completely spread out (they’re huge), but this is a little sneak peak of what he looks like. It’s odd having him around instead of Hemmy, and sometimes I even catch myself calling him by the wrong name. But the point is, moving on from your failures doesn’t necessarily mean forgetting what happened. It’s attempting to accept what you did wrong, mourn, learn, and try again.
And this doesn’t just apply to fish. These are life lessons here, people.
Another update: I finally found a job.
After weeks of searching for jobs, filling out applications, and waiting around to never get called back, I finally had some luck with a local newspaper, where I now work as a copy editor and opinion columnist. Huzzah! Success!
So how does one handle success after endless failures? Naturally, I somehow get myself sick and spent my first day at the copy desk trying not to horrify everyone with my violent nose blowing. But despite that, I really quite enjoyed myself and I know I’m going to appreciate every ounce of experience I can squeeze from this job. So although this one seemed like a bit of a failure, I’m taking it as a sinus good things to come.
How to deal with success: Just try not to blow it.
“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” — Winston Churchill