When I was nine years old, I went to Alaska for a couple weeks. It was summer there, the first time I had seen daylight that lasted all night, or until after seven, for that matter. We stayed with family friends. I ended up in the teenage daughter’s room.
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(Yes, I realize he’s an artist. He’s still my senpai.)
I once had someone tell me that my pacing was “different.” Like, in a place where he expected there to be a climax, I would de-escalate. He mentioned later that he understood that better after he began watching anime.
Most of the time, the cast in my brain are in anime. I built a genetic system in my novel that results in a cast with colors everything from blue to green to purple. That’s not actually something I set out to do, but rather something I had to explain away several years after the fact.
I’m a bit unclear on whether this is a real word or not, but I saw it in like a Buzzfeed list or something that said it was the realization that other people have lives as complex as your own. That’s a concept people seem to struggle to grasp, even good people who are nice most of the time.
I think imagining others complexly, as John Green would say, is something that comes naturally to no one. People have to be taught to be compassionate. I struggle with empathy a lot. Not an “I can’t imagine what you’re going through” struggle with empathy. More like an “I can imagine what you’re going through so hard it’s making me sad/happy/angry/fill-in-the-blank.” I blame that on how much time I’ve spent reading. Continue reading →
I found out last week that Gilbert Morris went home to be with the Lord in February. (Yes, I’m super late to the party, I know.) I wasn’t expecting it to hit me so hard, but it did. Mr. Morris was probably one of the most influential people in my life, even though I never met him. Continue reading →