The Big Idea: Chuck Wendig

Sounds worth a read!


Ladies and gentlemen,Chuck Wendig has an unusual answer for the question “Where do you get your ideas?” as it relates to his novel Under the Empyrean Sky. Do you dare learn its terrible secrets? Sure, you dare. That’s why you’re here.


Everyone always asks where you get your ideas or where the idea for a particular book came from and honestly, this one? Under the Empyrean Sky?

It started as a joke.

I blog five days out of seven at terribleminds and sometimes the blog posts come easily and other times they come like I’m trying to perform a root canal on a velociraptor and one of the times the blog post came easy was one where I talked about – and asked people to submit their own – SomethingPunk derivatives. You got cyberpunk, dieselpunk, bugpunk, and so forth, and I thought it’d be a…

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School: Dreams and Freedom

Is it important to develop skills in doing what we love, or skills that will make us well rounded as we do at school?

I still can’t decide whether school really benefits us.

I’ve often wondered if we’re wasting our youth on learning to do things that we are told do, not finding out what we want to do by ourselves. Instead of having time to figure ourselves out we are asked to spend our time training to make money for other people.

Is this why so many people are unhappy today? Because they didn’t have the space to dream?

Here is the famous TEDTalks video on this topic; if you haven’t seen it already I highly recommend it:


My love-bunny (no, I don’t actually call him that IRL) was upset today because he’s worried about his grades and the expectations of his parents. Naturally it got my cogs running again and I thought “Oh! Another topic for my daily rambling”. Haha. Well what do you think: school = good, or bad?

Was just talking about this today…lots of very good points made here and some parts that I could really relate/agree with.

letter This weekend we lost some friends.

The news came in the form of a phone call from one of the parties involved. It was a sad goodbye, letting us know that our couples/family friendship, which we both enjoyed, was no longer. Their marriage was over. The culprit, of course, was sex.

I won’t pretend to empathize with either party. The pain they both must be going through is beyond my frame of reference. I won’t belittle it by offering platitudes. All I could do was offer condolences, reaffirm the “you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do”, and re-emphasize that although the nature of our friendship will never be the same, my love will still be there, unchanged.

The totality of the news, taken in all its context, left me feeling ugly and defeated. Couple friends where the moms, dads and kids all get along simultaneously are hard to…

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Fascinating. BE NICE, EVERYONE.


Whoo boy, and the ride never ends. A few days ago, I received a letter from a guy who wanted to respond to my street harassment piece with his own explanation of this pattern of male behavior. I find the letter to be quite disturbing and a little scary, but mostly it makes me sad.

I believe the writer is sincerely trying to participate in the conversation about street harassment, and for that I am truly appreciative. I’ve received enough junky hate mail on this subject to know what straight-up misplaced aggression looks like, and this isn’t it. He has granted me permission to republish in full and I have not edited his letter at all.

Here’s his caveat that he included: “I do not think that the letter offers a good or healthy perspective, however, I suspect that a portion of guys can relate to it, because at some…

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Dog Days Aren’t Over

There isn’t much space.

There never was.

I can’t trust the others either, because we fight for food. Fight for everything. There’s barely space to walk a few paces in, in our enclosure. Three of us. Big, aggressive males, bursting with energy.

Through the gate, freedom beckons, but the gate is always closed. And we’re on the wrong side of it.

There isn’t much to do either. It’s boring and it makes me sad.

I heard beautiful music playing from the other house once. It made us quiet. It made us sit and think. The girl who lives there talks to us from the window and tells us not to be sad. She thinks it’s better that we die though. I see it in her eyes.

But maybe one day she’ll sneak down to our enclosure and we can run past the gate. Maybe we’ll have space enough to be friends, the three of us, and her. Maybe it won’t have to be like this anymore.

Based off the three dogs that live in the little garden near my house. It’s really unfair, since they’re quite big but have no space to run, so I decided to write one for them, the poor things. 

My Life Plan

I’ll graduate from high school, attempt to finish uni but then drop out and head a company that brings me more money that I would have earned by getting a job with a silly degree, use the money to travel the world in style and visit each country and write 100 words about each day of travelling, make loads of friends, settle in a spacious but pretty cottage at a warm seaside town in Europe with cats, a gorgeous, sweet guy and two kids, write a novel, direct a movie then get abducted by friendly aliens on a road trip.

Because fuck ordinary life.

Meme Analysis

I have no idea what I’m doing

A dog to a laboratory set is as a human is to life (I’m evidently not deep).

Well I feel like that anyway. I was asked what I want to do with my life today. This meme was seriously the first thing that popped into my head. I feel like I’m sloshing random chemicals into other random chemicals and kinda making do with whatever the outcome is. Which wouldn’t bode too well if I end up with a combustion reaction. Perhaps it’s time to design an experiment – to make some sort of life plan so I know what I’m doing.


Sometimes life is awesome.

And, to be frank, sometimes life really sucks.

Sometimes I plank on my carpet and wonder what the hell I’m doing with my life. Whether school really is that important, whether adulthood is a scary, cruel place, whether anything I do has a point at all.

But some days everything clicks. You find your missing wallet; that date goes wonderfully; you snag your dream job. Horizons stretch out before you and anything is possible.

In short, life has ups and life has downs. We couldn’t have one without the other. So here’s a blog about both.

❤ Cya tmr!