When you have an idea, write it down and stick to it. Doesn’t matter if it’s a tremendously stupid idea, like a microwave that sends food through time. Write the first chapter, where Napoleon receives a microwave home dinner which determines the outcome of the battle of Waterloo. The point is that you write it, and finish it. Even if you will never let it see the light of day, it is something that you can look at later to find the story you want to write.
Commit to an idea, however weird, and see it through. It will be very valuable in the long run.
The desert is coming to England. The daisies are pushing up dust. The henges are looming through ashes. Our sunsets are ochre and rust. And plaster Elizabeth peers from the sand, And plaster Victoria’s one outstretched hand Is silently crumbling back into the land Where the desert is coming to England.
We don’t know how long it was coming, The route that it wove through the wars. Our safety for years has been sealing Our ears and our minds and our doors. We thought we’d stay safe from the sorrows of what The wider world whispered by keeping them shut But the borders are closed and the cables are cut And the desert’s still coming to England
So sing of Britannia’s twilight, A lullaby to it’s last gleaming: Under the shadows, the satellite-fires To usher the end of her dreaming. We thought it would come with the beat of a drum, With the fire of our bows burning bright like the sun, But silently, slowly and softly it’s come: The desert is coming to England.
DOES ANYONE REMEMBER THIS OMFG
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Write. Write every day until your head is empty and your demons are quiet.
“Such is the nature of Love, it makes Poets and villains of us all.”
-My journal
Empedocles: leap into a dormant volcano Protagoras: run into the shore. in a ship. Socrates: gargle w/ hemlock juice Plato: either get serenaded TOO HARD or just generally party TOO HARD Isocrates: go on a crash diet Diogenes: eat raw octopus, get bitten by a dog, hold your breath indefinitely Anaxarchus: get pounded w/ a giant mortar and pestle while loling Xenocrates: trip over a pot Epicurus: piss bricks Zeno of Citium: trip, break your toe, hold your breath indefinitely Chrysippus: get a donkey drunk, laugh at it Lucretius: chug a love potion and let it do the rest Hypatia: anger a mob of christians Boethius: get strangled by your boss
Whoever said that I was brave enough to face all this?
lmao