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If we listened to our intellect we’d never have a love affair. We’d never have a friendship. We’d never go in business because we’d be cynical: “It’s gonna go wrong.” Or “She’s going to hurt me.” Or, “I’ve had a couple of bad love affairs, so therefore …” Well, that’s nonsense. You’re going to miss life. You’ve got to jump off the cliff all the time and build your wings on the way down.
-Ray Bradbury [Bradbury on Fresh Air] (via nprfreshair)

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes.

Because if you are making mistakes, then you are making new things, trying new things, learning, living, pushing yourself, changing yourself, changing your world. You’re doing things you’ve never done before, and more importantly, you’re Doing Something.

So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life.

Whatever it is you’re scared of doing, Do it.

Make your mistakes, next year and forever.

-Neil Gaiman. (via iqfashion)

Money exists to protect that time. That’s all money is to me. I couldn’t care less about cars or houses or first-class excursions to Zamboanga. My luxury is to be able to work and to keep working. When I was teaching myself to write, in my twenties and thirties, here’s what I used to do. I’d work at a real job (usually in advertising in New York) and save my money till I had enough to last me about two years. Then I’d quit, move someplace really cheap, rent a place, and write full-time. I did this three times between 1967 and 1980. I never sold anything. Never got anything published. Never made a penny.
-Steven Pressfield (via photographsonthebrain)

This taboo regarding age is to make us believe that life is long and actually improves us, that we are wiser, better, more knowledgeable later on than early. It is a myth concocted to keep the young from learning what we really are and despising and murdering us. We keep them sweet-breathed, unequipped, suggesting to them that there is something more than regret and decrepitude up ahead.
-"Beautiful Grade," by Lorrie Moore (from Birds of America)

It should be said—finding a title for your book is not always easy. I thought I used to have a perfect title, but after several revisions, I’m feeling like it makes less and less sense for the overall story. The question now is, well, what else to call it?

Here are some (pretty shitty) new options.

Hope Pierce Sets Fire to her Life
It’s Not a Party Until Someone Loses an Eye
A Million Tiny Homecomings
I Should Never Have Said Yes
How to Firebomb Your Life
The Art of Not Caring
The Queen of Wasco County
The Redneck Queen of Wasco County
Bees Suck
Bees Sting
Be Careful With That Thing
Everyone Has Their Limit
Beekeeping for Amateurs
Beekeeping for Beginners
City Mouse Goes Rogue
Wheat n Bees
The Ballad of Wasco County
The Sister-Daughter
Do Bees Really Smell Fear?
A Love Note to Wasco County
How Not to Say No
Tattoos Do Last Forever
Every Little Thing She Does is Awful
How Not to Give a Fuck
Hope Pierce Learns to Say No
Cast Your Fate to the Wind
Just Get Over it Already
Grand Dame of Cell Block 1600
The Legacy