Happy Birthday to the father of all modern American literature.
More #scifi #writing #inspiration from #NASA. A powerful image of the galaxy Centaurus A, at the center of which is thought to be a massive black hole. You can’t make this stuff up.
The Simpsons episode with me in, THE BOOK JOB, from Hulu.
The full episode of The Simpsons with Neil Gaimen. Really good episode.
#scifi #writing #photo inspiration: landslide on an asteroid. This closeup of a 500-km asteroid is pretty amazing. I’ve never really thought about how these things aren’t static and unchanging. Imagine the rigors as they hurtle through space.
A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic.
Carl Sagan (via nosooner)
Today’s writing humor is a bit old but so funny: Stephen King ghost writing for ESPN. Man, he looks annoyed at the end.
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This short story of mine is actually posted in its entirety on Triggerstreet.com. Below is the intro. It needs a little more grooming but it’s one of my favorites.
Hope you enjoy!
The Perishing Land
Jon’s father Yosi was still trying to finish the boat before the Sea swallowed them up. He paused from his work trying to get a rough hewn plank on the starboard ribs of the frame to line up with the one beneath it. He straightened his back and looked at the crashing waves that had already devoured the beaches and were moving ever closer to the ancient ground where they stood which had not touched salt water for generations.
Yosi called to Jon, and he left his mother’s side under the shade. He told the young boy to hold a bucket of pitch so that he could more quickly seal the outer shell. Obediently he raised the pail, which soon became heavy in the blistering sun of midday. Never had his father created a boat in such a way. He had taught Jon to always complete it, and then apply the sticky resin. But normally it would take a week to make a good boat, and he would have had the help of others. They were alone now, and time was up.
#writing humor from Gary Trudeau and Doonesbury. I hope to one day do something like this.