Michael Montoure

Unreliable narrator Michael Montoure writes horror & urban fantasy about hidden truths, secret dealings, & our changing pasts. He's standing right behind you.

“Tsukuru remembered those days in college when all he’d thought about was dying. Already sixteen years ago. Back then he was convinced that if he merely focused on what was going on inside of him, his heart would finally stop of its own accord. That if he intensely concentrated his feelings on one fixed point, like a lens focused on paper, bursting it into flames, his heart would suffer a fatal blow. More than anything he hoped for this. But months passed, and contrary to his expectation, his heart didn’t stop. The heart apparently doesn’t stop that easily.”

Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via lambentstar)

All right, all right — I clearly need to read some Haruki Murakami. Would anyone like to tell me where I should start?

“This is the other secret that real artists know and wannabe writers don’t. When we sit down each day and do our work, power concentrates around us. The Muse takes note of our dedication. She approves. We have earned favor in her sight. When we sit down and work, we become like a magnetized rod that attracts iron fillings. Ideas come. Insights accrete.”

– Steven Pressfield (via writingquotes)