“Poor? Have you tried starving?
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What if we
And I do mean this
Set their buildings on fucking fire
“To recommend thrift to the poor is both grotesque and insulting. It is like advising a man who is starving to eat less.”
― Oscar Wilde
Looks like they’re doing both at once now!
"creepy or wet" being the lasting impact of the gym copypasta is funny because that wasn't like... a fully bot-generated post. the only things being changed from the original greentext were two words,
based and cringe
There are little romance subplots all around me irl and I don't have the time to turn any of them into novels
Today I went to my favorite Italian restaurant and was seated at the table nearest the kitchen. We noticed a change to the menu. The list of pastas had been replaced by just "pasta of the day." We asked what the pasta of the day was. The waiter told us it was a mystery. So we ordered it, and when it came it was pasta with eggs and bacon, and I was so surprised and delighted by this unexpected whimsy that I started to clap. And then I noticed the chef watching me from the doorway and smiling. He had clearly come out wanting to see what people's reactions would be.
I'm not saying I love the chef or that the chef loves me. I am saying that is a seed with which to grow a romance that I don't have time to write.
Romance seedling of the day:
Tonight I went to a party and a woman asked me my name.
"Anna," I said.
"This confirms my theory," she said loudly, to the entire room. People stopped to listen. "ALL Anna's are drop dead gorgeous!"
I felt v flattered. I asked for her name.
She flashed me a grin. "Anna."
Irl, do I love her and does she love me? No. But this is the seed of another romance book I don't have the time to write.
I was miserable. At a parade! All of my friends were drunk and misbehaving and smelled of rancid tequila. I felt alone and about a million years old. The sun was glaring daggers into my eyeballs.
And then! At this parade! A very large beautiful man I didn't know! Saw me squinting! Said, "I'm can block the sun for you" and stepped in front of me. My sun-blindness cleared into a vision of his gentle smile.
He was a mathematics professor! Very sober, soft-spoken, kind. Did not insult my drunk friends but also stood carefully apart from them. The perfect balance.
Do I love him? No. But he's a romantic hero in a book somewhere in the multiverse.
#these are very good example of what just looking and watching can add to your writing#i do this - not always for romance purposes but i just PAY ATTENTION to the people around me#because ordinary people are interesting and everyone has their own story#and they can inspire you in ways you'd never come up with yourself
Yes! This was a post about getting into the writing mindset.
I wasn't trying to share special memories or make a statement about the goodness of humanity (totally fine if that's what you got from this!). But this is a tool any writer could add to their toolbox: finding tidbits from life not merely through neutral observation but by observing the world through the lens of your own writing philosophy.
I write romance books. The romance genre at its best gives every kind of person the opportunity to be the hero of their own story. For me, observing the world through my writing philosophy means acknowledging the heroism intrinsic in us all. Thinking: What if this person were the romantic hero? Why would someone fall in love with them? For folks writing different kinds of stories, the approach may differ, but it'll still be creatively generative.
I think my favorite thing about this post is that according to the timestamps it wasn't even Valentine's Day
true story
me for the first 33 years of my life: my dad used to say "what would happen if you woke up on the titanic?? think about it" when he was tucking me in at night from at least age 5 and up, a form of psychological torture
me in my 33rd year of life: my dad optimistically thought i would have $250k to blow on something stupid by now and shut that shit down at the jump in the 90s
this was his response 5 seconds later
that photo of hunter s. thompson shooting his typewriter is such a mood
