See full size chart of a fiction publishing tragedy rendered through the metaphor of a tragic voyage.
" I clicked on an advert on Facebook and came to your site. And proceeded to read through your entries like the creeper I sometimes am. I think you should just publish your blog entries. You know how "the Princess Diaries" got adapted for a movie. Yours would be so much better. (And sorry to compare you to such a worthless book.) Anyways, just a thought. " Read more by Christine on To Publish a Sumerian Novel and other 2010 Resolutions
"Your Muse is clearly feeling passive-aggressive (what self-respecting Muse wouldn't, when forced to regurgitate Marketing copy for an enterprise software brochure?) - it's throwing things (like Spanish dictionaries) at you, hoping you'll notice and stop neglecting it or feeding it menudo. If you thought throwing it in the washer was a bad move, you really ought to read "Eradicating Edna," my unfinished NaNoNovel over on Scribd. Now THAT's Muse abuse!" Read more by Holly Jahangiri on Murdering My Creative Writing Muse with Seven Random Words from Dictionary
"No, I meant THIS BLOG is interesting. (In my previous comment I should have put a full stop after "hunter" and capitalised the "i" in "interesting".) I may be a shameless self-promoter but I would never preempt the opinion or judgement of my readers -- both of them! Nor ever presume to instruct or dictate what people ought to think or feel. So, let me try again: I find this blog, unpublished guy's blog, interesting (and useful re the writerly trade). (Of course I'm pleased you find Cosmic Rapture interesting. Thanks for stopping by.) MM" Read more by masterymistery on Xtreme Creative Writing Styles: Hyperminimalism
Nearly serious fiction related diversions for the casual or more active writer.
How might Franz Kafka, today, with access to psychoactive medications rewrite his best known short story, The Metamorphosis? It might start something like this if he had also developed an appreciation for theories of web usability.
One morning (this morning, in fact) as I, Gerald Freund, was waking up from pleasant dreams, I discovered that in my mouse bedding I had been changed into the king of usablity, Jakob Nielsen. I lay on my naked back and saw, as I lifted my head up a little, my fleshy abdomen. Now that I was human sized, the blanket that had constituted my mouse bedding, just barely swaddled my buttocks and could hardly cover my body.
A random title for that next blockbuster novel or Pulitzer Prize short story:The Story of Quinton Plates