“Thank you,” Sin said, fingers lingering in the child’s blond hair.
The way she was with her baby brother and younger sister was one of the reasons Nick had noticed her.
“Come here, sweetheart,” said Alan helpfully. He knelt with some difficulty on the grass, and the child ran to his arms as all children did, instinctively seeing him as a refuge. He whispered something to her, low and sweet, and Lydie laughed.
“Thanks,” Sin said without looking at him, her mouth a thin straight slash of red.
“You’re welcome, Cynthia,” Alan replied, his voice distant.
The Demon’s Lexicon, Sarah Rees Brennan (via sawthefireworks)
Aw, the tags say ‘the first Cynthia’! That was my ship, even then. And of course, as the tiny writer god of that universe, all my ships are canon. ;)
We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost.
Ray Bradbury (via revoult)
So true, Bradbury. Although real talk: I can get lost two streets away from my flat.
What a vicious circle: girls lose confidence, so they quit competing, thereby depriving themselves of one of the best ways to regain it. They leave school crammed full of interesting historical facts and elegant Spanish subjunctives, proud of their ability to study hard and get the best grades, and determined to please. But somewhere between the classroom and the cubicle, the rules change, and they don’t realize it. They slam into a work world that doesn’t reward them for perfect spelling and exquisite manners. The requirements for adult success are different, and their confidence takes a beating.
This article is my life.
“The Confidence Gap,” Katty Kay and Claire Shipman, The Atlantic
The older I get the more I find there is very little reward in the work world in being a “good girl” in the sense of not asserting your rights, not claiming your place, not stating when you know you are right for fear you might actually be wrong and then any fallout will be on you and you’ll prove to everyone what you’ve always suspected about yourself because you are a girl or someone will say you are fat or ugly which is related to nothing, always being cooperative, trying to be a team player and not the squeaky wheel, sitting nicely with your hands folded before recess like you did in third grade, etc.
I see over and over men in my profession ascend in part because they assume they deserve it and don’t worry about “how it will look” to claim a spot and not attempt to please every single person in their professional world. Sometimes when I’m doing career planning, I tell myself to “think like a man.” It’s so complicated. Gah.
*nods to everything Sara Zarr is saying*
I’ll never be able to be quiet enough, able to act dumb and smile enough, to please people. It doesn’t work. The fact I ever tried showed I was caught in a trap.
Nowadays it’s different. Of course occasionally this means I turn into Streetfighter Sarah, yelling ‘Yeah? Yeah? Come say that to me again, I’ll bite off your nose and spit it down your throat!’ But on the whole I think it’s better.
Guys are promoted differently as it is, talked about differently, praised more and criticised less. We need to break out of promoting ourselves differently, more diffidently, as if we couldn’t possibly be worthy of attention.
I AM SO FURIOUS RIGHT NOW!! WHT ON EARTH WOULD YOU FINISH THE BOOK LIKE THAT?!?!???!?!? I HAVE NO WORDS, UGH!!
My motto is always…
I’m not going to tell you how I write a plot because everyone does it differently, and your own way is best for you.
But I will say something about the ending of a novel. I find that very often, at the ending of a novel, the writer (me, or you) will use a verb like ‘realized’, or ‘understood’, or ‘knew’, or ‘found’. It’s the job of the protagonist to accomplish all of those things.
And it’s the job of the writer to show the reader how it happened, by choosing just the right words.
I twittered about this earlier, but sometimes it feels as though talking about misogyny in this industry is like dealing with Groundhog Day: there seems to be a continuous reset, a collective male amnesia around the issue. As if, when a woman speaks out, it’s for the first time and everyone is shocked. Just shocked, I tell you. Sexism exists? OH MY GOD.