I Now Will Never Not Think This

Our Sherlock Mini Episode is now available online. Have a wonderful Christmas!

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Benedict Cumberbatch reading a letter by Alan Turing at the Letters Live event

I'm not sure if he's an actor so much as he's an utter chameleon. 

I love sets of photos like this and this one is of course extra fab.

Catherine Slater ‏@damasuerte 33m

@EmrysIsLove and here’s the photo! pic.twitter.com/g3ysdPxLcU

Lost ability to words. dhoihgflt.

Benedict Cumberbatch reads lyrics from R Kelly’s Genius [HD]

Interview Part 1 [HD] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMleemiObG8#t

Interview Part 2 [HD] http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uulrVsNkrzM

1. Don’t think that being published will make you happy. It will for four weeks, if you are lucky. Then it’s the same old fucking shit. 2. Hemingway was fucking wrong. You shouldn’t write drunk. (See my third novel for details.) 3. Hemingway was also right. ‘The first draft of everything is shit.’ 4. Never ask a publisher or agent what they are looking for. The best ones, if they are honest, don’t have a fucking clue, because the best books are the ones that seemingly come from nowhere. 5. In five years time the semi-colon is going to be nothing more than a fucking wink. 6. In five years time every fucking person on Twitter will be a writer. 7. Ignore the fucking snobs. Write that space zombie sex opera. Just give it some fucking soul. 8. If it’s not worth fucking reading, it’s not worth fucking writing. If it doesn’t make people laugh or cry or blow their fucking minds then why bother? 9. Don’t be the next Stephen King or the next Zadie Smith or the next Neil Gaiman or the next Jonathan Safran fucking Foer. Be the next fucking you. 10. Stories are fucking easy. PLOT OF EVERY BOOK EVER: Someone is looking for something. COMMERCIAL VERSION: They find it. LITERARY VERSION: They don’t find it. (That’s fucking it.) 11. No-one knows anything. Especially fucking me. Except: 12. Don’t kill off the fucking dog. 13. Oh, yeah, and lastly: write whatever you fucking want.

Matt Haig, “Some Fucking Writing Tips” (via framesjanco)

7. Ignore the fucking snobs. Write that space zombie sex opera. Just give it some fucking soul.

(via ajournalofimpossiblethings)

This... looks just about right actually. Well. Except for that mustache. That mustache will never look right. 

Selkie’s Birthday Giveaway!

It’s Selkie’s birthday! 

So I thought, to celebrate, I’d do a giveaway!

What am I giving away? 

GRAND PRIZE: An advance copy of THE BOY WITH THE HIDDEN NAME *and* an advance paper copy of the e-novella THE GIRL WHO READ THE STARS, both signed and personalized (and if you don’t have THE GIRL WHO NEVER WAS, signed or otherwise, we’ll talk. ;-)) (and your choice of one of the runner-up prizes, too)

TEN RUNNER-UP PRIZES: Your choice: signed swag packs from me (bookmarks and bookplates) OR I’ll give you feedback on a piece of writing of your choice (up to 5,000 words) OR I’ll write you a drabble to a prompt and characters of your choice (original or fannish).

What do you have to do? Nothing! Except reblog this post. (You can also leave a comment on my blog entry or retweet on Twitter for extra entries.)

The first day of fall is officially September 23 this year, so you have until 11:59 pm Eastern time on September 23 to enter.

(P.S. And the giveaway is international!)

best faces of the empty hearse