Above the pearly gates in Writer’s Purgatory…
…there is a question painted gold, floating letters:
“What is the Most Important Rule of Writing?”
Ahead, a vaguely androgynous guardian stood over a marble lectern, scribbling in a book with gold-leafed pages.
When she saw me, a deep frown creased her otherwise flawless face.
She asked, “Do you have your answer?”
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Another great writer makes her exit:
Ursula K. Le Guin has passed.
But with her death, I do not want to mourn her…
I want to celebrate her. Her work. And what she did for the world of writing (and reading).
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Love Science Fiction?
I’ve got some great books for you that you might’ve missed in 2017.
Note: I have not read all of these. This is part “Amazing sci-fi novels I read in 2017” and part “2018 reading list.”
Here’s 9 fascinating science fiction books that came out in 2017:
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His fingers drip with ink; his face – with sweat. The candlelight flickers, casting shadows across the spidery, illegible scratch and ink stains.
Inching closer to the page, the Writer inches reads from his own words – “…to become a real writer, to climb the ranks into Authorship, one must write everyday.”
But, like all of life’s solutions, there is a problem. As he chews on his quill, a new question rolls around his mind…
How DO you Write Everyday?
These 9 strategies will help you build a daily writing habit so powerful, your own friends and family will think something is wrong with you:
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Number Eight didn’t know it, but I knew she wasn’t an Android.
I don’t blame her. I’m no Robot either. The Masterson’s only bought me believing I was an Android. I’ve been lying to them since.
Understand this: it was a matter of air quality. The Masterson’s, my employers, were one of the few upper-city families who could afford a Dome, complete with the latest in air-scrubbing technology.
You didn’t even need a mask inside the Dome. You could just walk around, and breathe in the air.
I caught Number Eight when I was walking into the East Wing’s kitchen. Number Eight had her back turned to me, and was printing meals from the Dinner-press.
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They lived in the shade of the High Mountain, which made it easier for her. When she came, they were lined up in the streets, heads bowed for their daily prayer. Hundreds of shadows slid down the mountain as her fleet eclipsed the Sun, and the worshipers looked up.
The worshipers pointed; a pregnant, black behemoth slowed over the mountain, covering the city in darkness. The worshipers shook their fists, and they yelled at her.
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They smiled at her, like parents watching their second child’s first steps. They loved her curiosity, the way she clenched her new fingers (metal) and curved her new torso (carbon fiber).
But they wouldn’t look at her face. She wanted them to, so they could see the way she screamed at them with her eyes. If only they hadn’t taken her eyes, too.