Monthly Archives: February 2012

Self-Reliance by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Here’s a link to an essay entitled Self-Reliance, by Ralph Waldo Emerson. I found it captivating.

A couple highlights:

-“Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.

-“There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.

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“Play safe and you are dead…”

“The only safe thing is to take a chance. Play safe and you are dead. Taking risks is the essence of good work, and the difference between the safe and bold can only be defined by yourself since no one else knows for what you are hoping when you embark on anything.” – Mike Nichols


Toronto Star’s Short Story Contest 2012

The fine people at The Toronto Star are hosting their annual short story contest. Submissions of no more than 2,500 words must be mailed to or dropped off at the Star’s lobby at 1Yonge Street, by Sunday, February 26th. Check out the full details by clicking the link above. Good luck!


Song Inspiration vol.87 & Writing Exercise

Jeff Buckley – “Hallelujah”

Writing Exercise: Write a scene or series of scenes, with no dialogue, that involve this song.


Palahniuk’s “Haunted”

Haunted is haunting.

Haunted is disgusting.

Haunted is disturbed.

Haunted left me wanting more.

Chuck Palahniuk’s Haunted is a thoroughly enjoyable read. At no time during my consumption of it, did I ever want to put it down. Yes, it is deranged, and yes, some stories have you wondering where Palahniuk hangs out to find his muse, but I loved reading it because I was shown how far a writer can go. It was like reading Stephen King through the lense of Hannibal Lecter.

Haunted is really a collection of short stories linked by one chapter of the frame story between each, which centers around a Villa Diodati type writer’s retreat that turns into a horror story as opposed to being the birthplace of a literary one.

Get it. Read it. Love it. Keep it. Don’t throw up while reading it. Especially during the short story, Guts. More about Guts can be found here: The “Guts” Effect


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