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Arakawa realized the burgeoning youth of the early 2000s wasnt interested in another plucky spry optimistic young shonen protag. Instead she gave us a short ugly egotistical asshole smarter-than-you atheist with so much money and power that people could no longer best him in arguments by telling him “dude shut up ur literally like 12″ 

Five pages in we’re told Edward’s famous and rich and powerful. Five more pages and he’s calling some girl stupid for thinking God exists. Five more pages and he’s proven right. Five more and he’s kicked an evil priest’s teeth in. And no one can tell his mom on him.

- first of all, you’re doing great. 700-1,500 words is a lot more than you are giving yourself credit for. i can write 1,500 in an hour and a half on a good day. that’s a lot of time!! especially for someone who has other priorities in life other than fanfic.

- writing stamina is real and is an actual “muscle” that does grow and strengthen with repetition as time. it’s something you can expand and build with practice.

- don’t get too wrapped up in perfection. get words on the page and don’t get in your head about if they’re the right ones. you can fix garbage but you can’t fix nothing.

- write what excites you. i know nonlinear writing is sacrilege to some people so this may not work for you, but for me personally if i get stuck, i just jump to something i want to write. sometimes that means writing out only dialogue that i add to later. sometimes it means several paragraphs of world building. you’ll be surprised about how much you end up writing if you don’t adhere to the structure rules and add stuff later.

- don’t feel pressured to write it all at once. most of the greatest novels were written over the course of months, even years. sure, there are authors that can crank out 10k in a day (i’ve done it - it’s killer and i was exhausted after) but having realistic goals can help.

- to add to that, setting achievable goals is also important. don’t shoot for the stars just yet or else you may find yourself feeling disappointed. give yourself small checkpoints that you can have mini rewards for.

- when it comes to brainstorming and outlining, i find making a list of plot points and character beats with no specific order that i then organize later into a sequential outline is helpful. outlines are another way to have a tangible proof of your progress

- don’t burn yourself out on one project. breaks are important and so is nourishing your mind

The answer is very bad. Rodney King was not beaten in the South; he was beaten in Los Angeles. Eric Garner was not choked to death in the South; he was choked in New York. Laquan McDonald was not shot sixteen times while walking away from police officers in the South; he was shot in Chicago. I could, to my great despair, go on for quite some time.

Although white people in our progressive cities and towns may pat themselves on the back for having never called anyone a nigger, many of them also hope we will not notice the strict racial segregation of neighborhoods and schools, the overpolicing of Black and brown neighborhoods, the job discrimination, or the persistent racial wealth gaps.

The concept of race in America was created for the subjugation of Black and brown bodies for the seeming benefit of white Americans. There are no pockets of America that are exempt from this. There is no liberal utopia that got a different memo. The story of hardships that people of color have faced in this country does not end when Black people left the South, and the story of white supremacy doesn't stop at the Mason-Dixon line."

They are an Assistant Professor of Media Industries at New York University and literally just finished writing The Apple II Age: How the Computer Became Personal, a book on the history of the computer industry in the 70s.

My Jedi Padawan OC Cirz this time in a Soresu stance because I felt like drawing him all cool uvu

he was also fuzzy! here he is at 4 week old, fully furred:

then at 6 weeks, you can see his fur is thinning:

by 8 weeks, nudity had set in:

and by the time I brought him home, he was entirely a pink raw chicken:

after they lose the kitten coat, the adult coat starts growing in, but it can take up to 1.5 years! eventually, he will be as fluffy as his mom

Our world map today looks completely different from how it looked a thousand years ago. Nations and empires have risen and collapsed. Wars have been waged over petty bullshit that changed names and borders. Empires that were once thought invincible and perpetual crumbled to dust within a peasant's lifetime as they tilled their fields and worried about crop failure. The invention of flight, motion pictures, and the automobile chased the coattails of WWI and the great depression. Children played mischief games and elders complained about kids these days being too soft and sensitive during the fall of the Roman empire.

I know this, because when I was nineteen and despairing I broke down crying in her arms one day, and I asked her what the point was. Why carry on, when there’s so much wrong in the world? Why keep going, keep trying, when it feels like every battle is insurmountable, and that even when, by some miracle, you win, you don’t get to rest, you just get to fight again? What’s the point, when everything just gets worse all the time?

And she told me, yes, it’s hard. I never thought I’d be forty, let alone fifty. I never thought I’d see retirement. I thought the world would have ended by now. And I thought I had two choices. I could spend whatever time I had despairing, or I could choose to live, in whatever time I had. So I fought, and I lost more battles than I won. But I’ve been happy, too. I’ve had two careers, two children, and a husband I love. I’ve had friends and adventures. I’ve seen the pyramids the coliseum and the place where two oceans meet. I’ve lived. And it was worth it. It’ll be worth it for you, too.

And I thought about that, and what I know about my mum — and you need to know, my mum is cool. She is. She’s a stone cold badass — she protested Thatcher. She went to Pride when it was still a riot because she understood the solidarity even if she didn’t understand the people she was marching with. She went door to door for the Brexit remain campaign.

And, sure. We left the EU. But when she had a daughter who turned out to be a son she showed up for me every time. She toasted Thatcher’s death with a glass of milk and stayed up late telling me stories of her protesting days.

She retired three years ago. She’s in France right now, sending me pictures of hikes she’s taking with my father, and the patisserie she’s going to eat after.

I'm now 36, married to someone great, with one child and another in development. Things did work out for me, but I still have regrets about the career side.