My Twitter Love

Here are some tweets from my favorite account on Twitter.

Ksenia Anske

1. “Here’s to books, the cheapest vacation you can buy.” ― Charlaine Harris
2. A writer's heart is always open, like an open book.
3. *is shamelessly lollygagging*
4. Writing is my anchor. Without it I feel like a broken boat lost at sea.
5. You are beautiful. You are special. You are YOU. Share yourself, write a story, we are dying to get to know you.
6. Write until you are no more, and then write some more.
7. Blankness is a beautiful state of mind for a writer. It means that a new fantastic story will hatch out of it tomorrow.
8. Lately I've been kicked off Mars by angry lizards and have been camping out on the Moon.
9. Reading lifts me out of mundane and infuses me with magic.
10. Did you know I once blogged about NAKED CLOWNS, POGO STICKS, AND LIGHTNING STORMS?
11. Final blog topics: genre jumping, minotaurs, dif. paths to publication, hero's journey, collab. writing, self-doubt, character names. VOTE!
12. I'll be writing a new blog post tonight, to publish tomorrow. Any particular topics you guys want me to cover? Anything? Anything? *listens*
13. I'm bleeding out my heart on paper, and then, when I'm empty, I soak in the hearts of those who did it before me.
14. You wait to start writing until you believe in yourself, but you won't believe in yourself until you start writing.
15. “Creativity is intelligence having fun.” ― Albert Einstein
16. If you don't dare to be a fool in writing, you'll never reach the wisdom that only foolish get to discover, stumbling upon it by accident.
17. There is a gorilla in my head, it's big, hairy, and scary, and it pounds on my skull every day, demanding literary codswallop to be written.
18. If you're not reading fiction, you really should be eaten by a pair of angry crocodiles.
19. Don't let fear stop you. Tuck it into a pocket and WRITE.
20. Ending a book is like sending off your child into adult life, bittersweet.

To experience the awesomeness first hand:

https://twitter.com/kseniaanske

The Master

"Teach me what you know." I said "Teach me to be free!"
He wouldn't speak.
I begged, I bribed, I wept.
Silence.
I screamed, I tore at the curtains, I broke the glass.
Silence.
"TEACH ME!"
Silence.
I got tired fell in a heap on the cold stone floor and I slept. Could have been an hour or days. I woke up to strange musical murmurings. I looked around the cold stone room and saw the pale master looking at the floor and speaking very very low, whispering. He was so pale. Could almost not make out his face in the dark which was covered by the hood of his black cloak. His form was clearly visible in the soft moonlight. I crawled near. He smelled like midnight grass. And he was speaking..
He was speaking..
He was thankfully, speaking.
His voice fell like a waterfall on my ears. Its musical quality seemed to revive me. I didn't feel quenching thirst, the hunger that should have been there.
He was finally speaking..

Master said "O you who wants to learn I will teach you all that you want to know. I will teach you all that I know. I will teach you because I love the patient, I fear the weak, I envy the brave. He said I will teach you to write because that is all you need to be free. "
He said "O learner! When you pick up the pen to write, your hand shouldn't be picking up the pen but it should be your heart and soul in unison that hold the pen. He said when you write you need to throw away the mask, you need to peel away the skin, when you come to write you should come naked. If you write with fear of letting your guard down and if you write with shame at what you feel, then you don't write, you pretend. If you want to write, you can't be afraid, you cant be ashamed, you cant pretend." 
He said "When you feel, don’t be ashamed of how you feel." 
He said "Turn and look the feeling in the eye, grab it, crush it into words, put it onto paper."

He said "When you write, if you're tearful, I should sob hysterically when I read it, if you're angry, I should boil with rage when I read it, if you're falling in love, I should fall with you." He said "When you write, you open the floodgates to your heart and the depths of your soul." 
He said "When you really really write: its real. If its real its powerful. If its powerful it can change the universe. It can shake the matrix that we're part of. It can light or darken paths. It can drive away shadows or create them." 
He said "When you write: Write!"
Thats what he said.

Thats what the master said.