Dear fangirlwithcookies,
Back in the day, I was given two pieces of writing advice: “write the books you love to read” and “write the books you wish you could find on the shelf but can’t.”
I loved to read the award-winning fantasies that my mother gave me and that I found in the library — Narnia, Wrinkle in Time, Dark is Rising, etc. etc.
But I also loved to read the shoddy and terrible action thrillers my father handed down to me — pulpy things called SHOT DEAD and POINT BLANK and MAN ON THE RUN.
So as a teen, I’d try to write fantasies about magic that felt so real that you felt ill and I’d try to write thrillers with hitmen with hearts of gold, but really, what I wanted was a series that did both of these things well.
That’s what I was thinking when I began the Raven Cycle when I was 19.
And that’s what I’m still thinking as I begin the next trilogy. Let’s see if I can get a little closer to the books that teen me wished she could find on the shelf but couldn’t.
urs,
Stiefvater
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do you ever just, like, know someone has a private tumblr where all they reblog is tacky black and white porn gifs?
TOTALLY unrelatedly i just finished the newest maas book!
scratch that last part but YUUUUUP
so for a long time (while I was not definitively in the camp of “people who are currently experiencing success”) I was like “oh hey I can brag about my progress on the internet!” it sort of went hand-in-hand with complaining about the shitty parts of life. par for the course.
and now I’m like… well shit, is all of this privilege? did I work for this or did I get lucky? do I get to talk about this or is it just bragging because of the resources I have access to?
it’s disorienting. I still feel like a millenial struggling with so many of the same things my generation struggles with, but then I have days like today and I’m like shit, I can’t talk about this “big adult moment” because I’m “successful” and therefore it’s just bragging and shoving my privilege down others’ throats.
(I may have talked about this before. it’s in my head on a regular basis. sigh.)
shoot for the moon!
then get the fuck out of the way of the bullet because gravity
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Apparently I’m seeing spiders in my apartment because it’s horny male spider time and they’re taking risks. I made a deal with the one in the sunroom but the one in the kitchen died for love.