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You first took a little step off a path to avoid some rocks. For a while, you walked alongside the path, but then you wandered out a little way to step on softer soil. Then you stopped paying attention as you drifted farther and farther away.

Brandon Sanderson

Remember that your job as a practicing writer is to remember it’s never going to be perfect on your first pass.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Firsts Jobs Perfect
I try to avoid having thoughts. They lead to other thoughts, and—if you’re not careful—those lead to actions. Actions make you tired. I have this on rather good authority from someone who once read it in a book.
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Action Book Careful Tired Trying
Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination.
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Death Journey Weakness
I need something, Wax. A place to look. You always did the thinking.” “Yes, having a brain helps with that, surprisingly.
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Brain Needs Thinking
It is a writer’s greatest pleasure to hear that someone was kept up until the unholy hours of the morning reading one of their books
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Book Morning Reading
I strive for nothing if not consistency
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Consistency Nothing Strive
So, there I was, tied to an altar made from outdated encyclopedias, about to get sacrificed to the dark powers by a cult of evil Librarians.
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Dark Evil Librarian
Those seemed to become figures, crafted by the bones and branches stretching from the heaps on the ground. Bodies and souls. His movement made the shadows twist, as if turning to regard him.
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Ground Heaps Movement Twist
It’s all right Wayne,” Waxillium said softly. “I’ve made a promise. I told Lord Harms I’d return Steris to him. And I will. That is that.” “Then I will remain and help,” Marasi said. “That is that.” “And I could really use some food,” Wayne added. “Fat is fat.
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Promise Return Use
All right,” Spook said. He reached to the ground, scooping up a pile of ash. “Let’s just rub this into your clothing and on your face….” Breeze froze. “I’ll meet you back ath the lair,” he finally said.
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Ashes Face Faces Your
Joy was more than just an absence of discomfort.
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Absence Discomfort Joy
You first took a little step off a path to avoid some rocks. For a while, you walked alongside the path, but then you wandered out a little way to step on softer soil. Then you stopped paying attention as you drifted farther and farther away.
BRANDON SANDERSON

Attention Rocks Some Stopped Wandered
You’ll never learn how to do your endings until you FINISH your endings.
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Ending Finish Learn
The purpose of a storyteller is not to tell you how to think, but to give you questions to think upon.
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Giving Purpose Thinking
War is far worse. At least where politics is going on, there are usually nice hors d’oeuvres.
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Least Nice War Worse
You see the dilemma?” Ham asked. “I see an idiot,” Breeze mumbled.
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Breeze Ham Idiot

You first took a little step off a path to avoid some rocks. For a while, you walked alongside the path, but then you wandered out a little way to step on softer soil. Then you stopped paying attention as you drifted farther and farther away.

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