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R.A. Dunn

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Called batshit crazy and most likely to commit murder and get away with it, Dunn is nothing like any one of the characters she describes in her books. She does enjoy reading and writing about distressing folk, however.
She also enjoys teaching people, so she makes a living teaching writing skills to adults, wine drinking/tasting skills to drunks, and bullshit skills to the youth of tomorrow. Her superpower remains being able to make mechanical things run well beyond their usefulness.

R. A. Dunn currently lives in Chicago with an orange car, a great window seat, and an obscenely bright cat named Monkey. This duo hopes to escape to the country later this year (and eventually retire to another COUNTRY entirely). Maybe they will get sunburns, may
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10 Things I Want to Tell Aspiring Writers, But Don't

You're officially a writer the moment you start writing. But are you a good writer? Only time will tell. I shouldn't be one to judge, but I do.  And when you ask me what I think, there are things I want to say, but I just don't.  This is what I can't always get out, but what every writer needs to hear.

1.  You suck.  But there is hope...sometimes.

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Messiah of Monsters

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Mark Z. Danielewski
“I am not a fool. I am wise. I will run from my fear, I will outdistance my fear, then I will hide from my fear, I will wait for my fear, I will let my fear run past me, then I will follow my fear, I will track my fear until I can approach my fear in complete silence, then I will strike at my fear, I will charge my fear, I will grab hold of my fear, I will sink my fingers into my fear, then I will bite my fear, I will tear the throat of my fear, I will break the neck of my fear, I will drink the blood of my fear, I will gulp the flesh of my fear, I will crush the bones of my fear, and I will savor my fear, I will swallow my fear, all of it, and then I will digest my fear until I can do nothing else but shit out my fear. In this way I will be made stronger”
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

Lauren Oliver
“I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.”
Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

Lauren Oliver
“Popularity's a weird thing. You can't really define it, and it's not cool to talk about, but you know it when you see it. Like a lazy eye, or porn.”
Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

Carolyn Forché
“I take off my shirt, I show you.
I shaved the hair out under my arms.
I roll up my pants, I scraped off the hair
on my legs with a knife, getting white.

My hair is the color of chopped maples.
My eyes dark as beans cooked in the south.
(Coal fields in the moon on torn-up hills)

Skin polished as a Ming bowl
showing its blood cracks, its age, I have hundreds
of names for the snow, for this, all of them quiet.

In the night I come to you and it seems a shame
to waste my deepest shudders on a wall of a man.

You recognize strangers,
think you lived through destruction.
You can’t explain this night, my face, your memory.

You want to know what I know?
Your own hands are lying.”
Carolyn Forché, Gathering the Tribes

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