Holy butts, why has no one ever said this sentence to me before
Holy butts, why has no one ever said this sentence to me before
“If you knew what it was, you’d be using it already.”
One of my best friends in high school was a Norwegian exchange student. He was easygoing and smart and we rode the bus together because his host family lived nearby. Some of the funniest conversations of my life happened on those bus rides.
When he went back to Norway we lost touch. I think it must have been difficult for him to be here—the isolation, the culture shock, the language barrier, I can only imagine. Maybe it was a relief to leave our little town in the rearview mirror. But I’m forever glad I met him.
This is a great concept. I hope it catches on.
I participate in a pledge called #50forFOSS. On the first Friday of every month, I choose an open source project and give the maintainer $50, no strings attached. It lets me target small projects that may not have a lot of users, but are valuable to me, as well as bigger ones with more expenses. My mindset these days is that I need to insist on paying for the software I use, because if I don’t, someone else will (i.e. advertisers and venture capitalists, which is bad) or no one else will (i.e. abandonware, which is worse).
Disclaimer: I started #50forFOSS and there’s a very small group of us who are doing it.
This was my experience with MTG. Dude was all excited to “teach” me how to play, made a deck for me and everything, and then whomped me on the second turn.
I never played again and still don’t know how
Mine is yeast, but if Chonkus saves us all I guess it can have second place
Adrian Tchaikovsky wrote Children of Time, one of my favorite sci-fi novels. Most sci-fi is based on futuristic physics and technology; Children of Time is based on futuristic evolutionary biology. And it’s every bit as cool as it sounds.
That’s probably not what he’s talking about here but hey, free book recommendation
Your novel may be well-written. I wouldn’t risk a guess. All I know is the worst writers I’ve ever met have also been the most convinced they were God’s gift to literature.
That said, I can sympathize. Selling a story is hard, and luck is a huge factor. If the next Hemingway is out there, they’re probably getting sick of hearing “sorry, this story didn’t work for us. We wish you the best in placing it elsewhere.”