We don’t talk much about the despair, at least not publicly. I think there’s this belief that authors should project an air of confidence, because if we ever admit our neuroses we’ll drive away all of our fans and readers and then nobody will buy our books, and suddenly we’re back in the Black Cloud of Despair™, and oh God this blog post is going to be the one that destroys my career, isn’t it? Why oh why didn’t I write about rainbow-farting unicorns?
Go read the entire essay, because yeah, this. Every single writer I know, including the bestest of sellers, go through this. Repeatedly.
Dumbledore, notorious for giving second chances Dumbledore, let Sirius rot in Azkaban for twelve years.
He must have known Sirius well due to his time in the Order, he must have known what James meant to Sirius. Dumbledore was a…
So much this. I was just talking about my dislike of Dumbledore to a co-worker yesterday. He let Sirius be taken to Azkaban without trial. He left a toddler on a doorstep in NOVEMBER and left him there for nearly ten years. Then, he subsequently sent Harry back to an abusive home year after year…For the Greater Good, my ass.
It’s 5 o’clock somewhere, right? Whenever you hit happy hour, give Charles Green Shaw’s daiquiri recipe a try (delivered in rhyme so you can more easily remember it). If rum is not your style, try one of the other 26 cocktail recipes in Shaw’s delightful manuscript (link below) - anyone for a Stinger? A Topsy? A Shock Absorber or a Silver Streak?