Isabella Rogge's Blog: The Redhead Writer, page 101
June 18, 2017
cloudfreed:
helloitsbees:
earlhamclassics:
thoodleoo:
thoodleoo:
there’s a lot of evidence that...
there’s a lot of evidence that the iliad and the odyssey were actually composed by a variety of poets through an oral tradition rather than just by one poet, so what if the homeric texts are actually just a very long game of D&D
homer, the dm: okay achilles, agamemnon has just taken away your war prize, what do you want to do
achilles’ player: i roll to have a diplomatic conversation with agamemnon
achilles’ player: *rolls a 1*
homer: you throw the staff of speaking at agamemnon’s face and storm off to sulk with your boyfriend
Homer, the DM: Your beautiful Patroclus is dead. What do you do?
Achilles’ player: I fight everyone.
Homer, the DM: You can’t fight everyone. How would you even–
Achilles’ player: *rolls a 20* I fight everyone.
Homer, the DM: *sighs* Fine. You cut a path through the Trojan army, enemy dead strewn in your wake.
Achilles’ player: How many?
Homer, the DM: …lots. Enough to clog the friggin’ river with bodies.
Achilles’ player: I fight the river.
Homer, the DM: You. can. not. fight. the. river.
Achilles’ player: *reaches for dice*
Homer, the DM: Okay guys, so the war’s over, you had a bunch of losses but you won in the end. Time to go home, let’s roll to see who gets there firs—
Odysseus’s player: I got a critical failure.
Homer: The cyclops asks you who you are. What do you do?
Odysseus’s player: I say, “Who me? I’m nobody.”
Homer: Roll for deception.
Odysseus’s player: I got a natural 20.
Homer: The cyclops now completely believes that your name is Nobody. He shouts for help from the other cyclops but they ignore him because he’s telling them that “Nobody hurt him.”
Odysseus’s
player: FUCK yes
June 16, 2017
"Everything has changed and yet, I am more me than I’ve ever been."
-
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
(via wordsnquotes)
June 14, 2017
A Note to Writers
Since I was 8 years old, I wanted to be a writer when I grew up. It was more than my dream, it was the only reality I could envision for myself. I steadfastly believed that, as an adult, I would be writing novels for my career. I started self-publishing books when I was 16, and those small successes only made certain of what I wanted to do in life. I ignored all other paths. Writing became the lens with which I perceived myself – it was, I thought, the only interesting thing about me, the sole factor which defined me.
Then, in the past two years or so, a lot changed. Most significantly, I got married (to another author I wrote a book with, of course). Suddenly, I wasn’t thinking about just myself. I had my spouse to consider, and, eventually, children. Writer’s aren’t known for making a wealthy living, after all, and I wanted to be able to support my family. So, I began scoping out other careers. I stumbled upon occupational therapy: a well-paying job that I could not only enjoy, but also help people through.
Also around this time, I stopped writing. I put all my projects on pause as I finished school, got married, traveled, and moved to a different state. Every now and then, I would pick up the pen, but it just wasn’t the same. I’d force out a chapter or two, not be happy with it, and wait another few months. And I kind of hated myself for it. After all, this was supposed to be my defining factor; who was I without writing?
And I began to figure that out. I began to mature. I found other passions. I spent more time outside, hiking and adventuring. I painted. I cooked and baked. My friends, family, and dogs had more of my time. I watched Netflix without guilt. I started dreaming of a future with so many different possibilities that, instead of being overwhelmed with dread and uncertainty like I had assumed I would be, I was filled with excitement and hope and ambition.
Without writing, I was still me. I was more me than I ever had allowed myself to be.
Slowly, my inspiration to write began to come back. I mean, I’d always been sad; I felt like I had lost a part of me, even if gaining this whole new perspective. But, as any writer knows, those voices in your head don’t keep quiet forever. I began to write again, now with new energy, new purpose. I wasn’t writing because I felt like I had to, I was writing because I wanted to.
Now, I’m getting ready to finally start college in the fall. I still plan on going into occupational therapy (and dreading all those science classes!). I’m nervous, but ready. For once in my life, I don’t have a plan for the rest of my life, but I like it that way. In regards to writing, I just got my first multi-thousand dollar contract for ghostwriting! I have never felt so capable and confident.
In summation, writers, don’t let writing define you. It’s too fickle of an activity to do so. If you’re anything like me, one bout of writer’s block can leave you reeling with self-doubt, and thinking, “am I really a writer?” Of course you are. Once you’ve written something, it’s a permanent state of being. But please, please remember, you aren’t just a writer.
redbonealien:
self-confidence, i’m realizing, is a lot deeper than just thinking i’m beautiful and...
self-confidence, i’m realizing, is a lot deeper than just thinking i’m beautiful and being free in who i am. it also includes being confident in my decisions and trusting myself to be committed to the things i want to do. to step outside of my comfort zone and assure myself that i will be okay in doing so. this kind of self-confidence will help me see the success i want to see.
June 13, 2017
jopara:
*googles number i dont recognize calling me instead of answering*
*googles number i dont recognize calling me instead of answering*
natureac:This blog will make you feel at peace
Nuno Andrade - Stillness
Nuno Andrade - Stillness
Nuno Andrade - Stillness
Nuno Andrade - Stillness
Nuno Andrade - Stillness
Nuno Andrade - Stillness
Nuno Andrade - Stillness
me, finally getting a chance to say something I've thought about for twelve days straight: oh, hey, that reminds me, funny thing, this just came to mind but
June 11, 2017
"We are made up of the stuff of eternity. Endings are not our destiny."
- Dieter F. Uchtdorf (via alittlehappyplace)
