R.S. Sillanpaa
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Why is it so hard to write about myself? That's where I get writer's block!
In short, I am a writer, dreamer, and a cancer survivor writing about a wide range of things, fiction and non-fiction, whatever happens to interest and inspire me.
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Writing a Book in 30 Days
There is a plethora of resources that support the idea of writing a book in a month. If you search for “Write a book in 30 days” on Amazon, you get dozens of results. The National Novel Writing Month is based on the idea of writing a book in a month.
By R.S. Sillanpaa2 years ago in Writers
Will AI Replace Fiction Writers?
AI is a hot topic at the moment and seems to dominate a lot of discussions among writers, artists, songwriters, and other creatives. As AI becomes more and more advanced and sophisticated, do creators need to worry? How likely is AI to threaten our livelihood? Are we about to become an endangered species?
By R.S. Sillanpaa2 years ago in Writers
The Spider and The Fly
The images by Tony Diterlizzi beautifully capture the spider and the fly in the style of an old black and white movie. The poem, as compelling now as it was when in was first written, serves as a powerful reminder how vanity can lead us to listen to dangerous words.
By R.S. Sillanpaa2 years ago in Critique
The Mysteries of Harris Burdick
Each image wonderfully weird and sinister, capturing the imagination of a reader of any age. It is impossible to view the pictures and captions without imagining what came before and more importantly, what happened next. The beauty of the book, is that we will never know. A true master piece.
By R.S. Sillanpaa2 years ago in Critique
The Watertower
A wonderful example of a picture book where the illustrations add to the story and mystery of the watertower. The closer you look at the illustrations, the more you see. The story leaves you with so many questions and sparks the imagination. What lurks in the waters of the watertower?
By R.S. Sillanpaa2 years ago in Critique
Killer Heels
You stagger across the hallway. Killer heels on your feet and vodka on your breath. You come across a lift. Somewhere in your alcohol-filled brain a memory from childhood stirs. How fun it was to press every button and piss people off. You do that now and giggle.
By R.S. Sillanpaa3 years ago in Fiction
