How Rainbow Rowell Turned A Bomb Into A Best-Selling Novel

I heart Rainbow Rowell. 



I regret being scared. I regret wasting time thinking I wasn’t good enough, that I didn’t deserve a seat at the table. You do belong and your voice is worthy. Say it to yourself in the mirror every morning if you have to, but don’t ever forget it.

Jenna Wortham, reporter, New York Times, to Buzzfeed. 39 Pieces Of Advice For Journalists And Writers Of Color.

Buzzfeed asks twenty established writers what advice they’d give to those breaking into the industry.

Here are the questions:

  • What piece of advice would you, as a writer of color, give to burgeoning writers/journalists of color?
  • What do you know now about being a writer of color that you wish you’d known when you first started?
  • Is there anything you did as a writer starting out that you now regret?

Read through for the answers.

(via futurejournalismproject)



female character challengea female character growth arc

quinn fabray » glee

I wasted so much time hating myself for the stupid mistakes that I made, but the truth is is that without all of those, I never would’ve dreamed this to be my future. I was the only one standing in the way of myself. You can’t change your past, but you can let go and start your future.”



"No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else." -Charles Dickens

"No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else." -Charles Dickens



risarodil:

Happy Esther Day!

risarodil:

Happy Esther Day!



Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me,” hilariously reimagined.

(Source: dapperfucker)



A Conversation with Badass Women - Nerd HQ 2014

This panel has too many great moments to count. WATCH IT. 



randomhouse:

ebookfriendly:

Summer reading / by Doug Salati

Happy August, dudes.

randomhouse:

ebookfriendly:

Summer reading / by Doug Salati

Happy August, dudes.



What Do You See When You Look in the Mirror?



A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!”
Happy birthday Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling!

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!”

Happy birthday Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling!