Quotes and Links

On doing great work: 

"The real trick to producing great work isn't to find ways to eliminate the edgy, nervous feeling that you might be swimming out of your depth. Instead, it’s to remember that everyone else is feeling it, too. We’re all in deep water. Which is fine: it’s by far the most exciting place to be."

-- from "Nobody Knows What the Hell They Are Doing" by Oliver Burkeman at 99U

From writer Theodora Goss’s twitter feed**:

“I have rewritten this paragraph at least five times. Which is why wordcount is irrelevant, if they’re the wrong words.”

“Authors telling other people how to be authors is like parents telling other people how to be parents. Because all kids are the same.”

*Note: I don't know how to use Twitter. I don't know how to cite (?) it appropriately? I just sometimes use the Web to eavesdrop on other people's tweets.

A lovely essay on a video game and the Asian-American experience

     . . . because it sometimes seems that the world is a horrible place and the news is all Bad Things Happening. . .  and it's just nice to see a lovely, lovely essay like this. And the reader comments are all lovely, too! People are good, after all. 

What Sleeping Dogs Gets So Right About Being Asian American

I haven't played a video game in about 20 years. This essay made me want to play one.


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