Although it’s been awhile, I’ve been thinking a lot about this website over the past few weeks. Remembering where it began, reflecting on how it has evolved, and postulating about what lies in its future. What began as a somewhat objective study of illness narratives has transformed to introspectively explore my personal navigation of the genre.
This summer, for the next two months before medical school begins in August, I will be doing something else that I love: traveling. From India to Paris to Spain, I’m really excited to have the opportunity to see more of the world. I am determined to make the most of this exciting time.
My ever-growing summer reading list beckons, and my travel journal of blank pages is waiting to be filled. I hope to refrain from technology (insofar as is possible) and instead feel the pages of real books and write through my thoughts with a pen in hand.
And so, this is a…
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If there is a piece of writing advice that is taken too fucking literally–aside from ‘write what you know’–it’s ‘make something exciting happen on the first page.’ You know what that means? That means I’ve read far too many books–and seen far too many movies, because apparently everyone gets their advice from the same place–over the last little while that start with something actually exploding.
This is a problem.
Now, look: I like explosions as much as the next guy. More, probably. And I get that you want to grab the reader’s attention. But having some random tart push a button and explode a mail box doesn’t get my attention. Because, without at least a little context, I don’t give a fuck. For all I know, that’s how you send mail in her world.*
Random explosions, surprise gun fights, being dropped…
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