In honor of the spookiest month, consider writing a horror story! Even if you're not normally a writer. It doesn't have to long or even necessarily good. But give it a try! Think about what scares or unnerves you. Explore that (in a safe way) and put it to the page. You might just surprise yourself!
Good writing comes from passion. Not passion to make a dollar or passion at being noticed, but passion about the subject matter. Passion about the work itself. That is where good storytelling comes from.
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If you buy this book, in a few days your Alexa will beep and say, "You have one new notification from Amazon.com. A no-good worthless book has arrived." #amwriting #writingcommunity #kidlit #inventingreality www.amazon.com/gp/product/194...
Black and white photo of a vintage Underwood typewriter.
No Quill
“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” -Edgar Allan Poe
#Spooktober #weapon #31DaysOfHalloween #ClassicMono
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Remembering EDGAR ALLAN POE - who left us 176yrs ago today
Edgar Allan Poe died on this day in 1849.
Doom.
Plague.
Despair.
Madness.
Creeping existential horror.
He would have loved 2025.
“Painting and novels to my mind are basically wed. You can’t take them apart from each other.” Brandon Taylor discusses his new novel, “Minor Black Figures,” which follows a young painter in the years after the supposed racial reckoning of 2020.
That pleasure which is at once the most pure, the most elevating and the most intense, is derived, I maintain, from the contemplation of the beautiful. ~Edgar Allan Poe
Bernardine Evaristo on a writer’s freedom and the sensitivities of storytelling, in conversation with Ostap Slyvynsky at Lviv BookForum 2025 this weekend.
Iain Crichton Smith For Angus MacLeod Headmaster, and Editor of Gaelic Poems Today they laid him in the earth’s cold colour, a man from Lewis with his seventy-five years struck from his head. Teacher, scholar, he had worked a true task when all alive, building a school, elucidating texts. The Gaelic shone quite clearly in his bones. A casket filled with ashes had been mixed with filtered sunlight and the small stones. A useful life with pupils and with poems: sufficient honours (his humour asked no more) he takes his place in many minds and rooms. Without their knowing it, his patient care instructs far hands to turn a new lever, a voice to speak in a mild-mannered tone. The deeds we do reverberate forever. Inveterate justice weighs the flesh and bone. His best editions are some men and women who scrutinise each action like a word. The truest work is learning to be human definitive texts the poorest can afford.
Teacher, scholar,
he had worked a true task when all alive…
—Iain Crichton Smith, “For Angus MacLeod”
New Collected Poems, @carcanet.bsky.social 2011
Today is #WorldTeachersDay. In this poem Iain Crichton Smith, himself a teacher, celebrates the life of a former Headmaster of Oban High School
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“At degree level, students are still reading whole novels and plays. However, there are lots of initiatives to help students read. Some universities do reading resilience courses.”
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OpenAI is risking pissing off a lot of Hollywood with the next update of Sora, which will allow you to generate videos with copyrighted content (Iron Man, Shrek, etc.) unless the owner specifically opts out.
Scoop with @keachhagey.bsky.social and Berber Jin
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Sometimes teen boys go looking for extremist content online. Often, it finds them. Julie Jargon and I
spoke to young men who fell down dangerous Internet rabbit holes and came out the other side. www.wsj.com/tech/how-two...
The most important human story in the entertainment industry right now is the severe downturn in film and TV production in LA and how it's affecting middle-class crew workers. I spoke to dozens of them for this story about the depressed Hollywood economy. www.wsj.com/business/med...
“A writer only begins a book. A reader finishes it.”
—Samual Johnson
"As for my approach to writing comic fiction in general, the simple answer is that I try to make myself laugh."
@chayab77.bsky.social interviews Pulitzer Prize Finalist Ed Park on his Debut Short Story Collection, An Oral History of Atlantis (Random House).
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"I became a writer because, as a Houston high school teacher, I wanted my students to find books with characters they could relate to" writes Ashley Hope Pérez in the @houstonchronicle.com, "people looking to create vibrant lives in difficult circumstances." www.houstonchronicle.com/opinion/outl...
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Hong Kong When I didn't know how to live I became my grandmother: opening windows in the morning early enough to see the light sifting between the curtains, I swept the floor with a bamboo broomstick and made breakfast. And in my head came her raspy voice and her soft voice and her quiet voice; which rarely laughed but was always delighted with living and eighty years of reticent habits cultivated by her small hands. She had not always been loved, so she knew all about love. And on days which were longer and longer still, on returning home to an empty apartment in that spectacular city - her voice emanated like bells. You must be hungry, she said, looking over at what I was cooking. And I laid my head in the lap of her voice, nodding. I am, I am. Sue Zhao
When I didn't know how to live I became my grandmother:
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And in my head came her raspy voice and her soft voice and her quiet voice; which rarely laughed but was always delighted with living and eighty years of reticent habits cultivated by her small hands.
- Sue Zhao
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
Ta-Nehisi Coates - BOTD
📚 #LiteratureSky
Why Are Your Poems so Dark? BY LINDA PASTAN Isn't the moon dark too, most of the time? And doesn't the white page seem unfinished without the dark stain of alphabets? When God demanded light, he didn't banish darkness. Instead he invented ebony and crows and that small mole on your left cheekbone. Or did you mean to ask "Why are you sad so often?" Ask the moon. Ask what it has witnessed.
Why Are Your Poems so Dark?
Isn't the moon dark too, most of the time?
And doesn't the white page seem unfinished
without the dark stain of alphabets?
When God demanded light, he didn't banish darkness.
- Linda Pastan
#Poetry #LiteratureSky 💙📚👀
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Just a reminder that if you preorder Read This When Things Fall Apart: Letters to Activists in Crisis through my favorite bookstore, @pilsencommbooks.bsky.social, you will get an extra letter from me tucked into your book. I wrote that letter this week, and I think some of you might find it useful.
