I’ve decided to do nanowrimo this month. I have exactly 249 words. So naturally I’m writing a blog post instead of a novel.
I’m just not feeling it. Too many people. Too much to do. Season two of Stranger Things. All the procrastination. And I’m already so far behind, will I ever really catch up? Let’s be real. No, I won’t. Because this month just keeps getting busier. So my personal goal is 20k. It’s just not the same without being able to meet a goal on paper, you know? (more…)
Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly link-up hosted by The Broke and the Bookish that’s all about, you guessed it, top ten bookish lists. This week’s prompt is top ten unique book titles. Unique is such a vague term, so I’m taking it to mean unexpected and out of the ordinary, which is still hard, because a lot of book titles are crazy unique, we’re just used to them. But anyway, here goes.
So, I’ve decided to take this whole writing thing seriously. (Who’s heard that before? Show of hands.) But actually.
For the past few days, I’ve been researching literary journals, trying to decide where the best place to send my poems (and essays and short fiction, if I ever manage to write them) would be. Not only are there literary journals, there are literary magazines and literary reviews and zines and things that vehemently deny labels, and no, I have no idea what the difference between them is. I’m starting to suspect there’s not really a definable difference. But, I digress. (more…)
They haven’t any spirit in them—no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn’t one or the other—Lord! What is he but funk and precautions?
What if there was not one London, but four? Kell is one of the last of the Antari, magicians able to travel between the Londons. He was born and raised in Red London, in service to the Maresh throne, and takes messages to the thrones of the other Londons. On the side, he smuggles artifacts from one London to the others, a highly illegal trade, and one that gets him into trouble after he smuggles something that’s more trouble than it’s worth: a magical artifact from Black London, the dead London.
I read these books because friends of mine loved them, and the entirety of the bookish part of the Internet is raving about them. I was less than impressed. Spoilers ahead. (more…)
What would you do if you won the lottery? When Alice buys her best friend Teddy a lottery ticket for his eighteenth birthday as a gag gift, they find out that against all odds, it was a winner. A millions and millions of dollars winner. But of course everything comes with a price, and luck isn’t always good luck. Will the money be too much for their friendship to weather?
Bet you think this is going to be about the poetic lifestyle and how it relates to nihilism and slowly drives you insane. It still might go there. But that’s not the goal. The goal, if I’m being totally honest, is to update my blog: something I haven’t done in weeks, despite the promise I made to myself to keep things going. (more…)
A while ago I wrote an article for The Fangirl Initiative about sitcom workouts. I have since stopped writing for the site and have figured out how to optimize printing options, so I’m re-posting the graphics here so that I can put them on Pinterest and actually make these accessible to people. (more…)
I was talking with a friend the other day, one who knew I worked as a writer, and it came out in conversation that she just assumed I wrote everything by hand. Being a writer, this of course baffled me, but I’ve come to realize that there are a lot of misconceptions out there about writers in general, but especially about people who make a living from it. So, for those of you who aren’t writers, here’s a little primer for you… (more…)
Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly link-up hosted by The Broke and the Bookish that’s all about, you guessed it, top ten bookish lists. This week’s prompt is books that were a chore to get through or books you didn’t finish. I seem to always dislike the books that everyone is raving about, so here are ten books that I didn’t really enjoy reading but finished anyway, mostly so that I could legitimately tell people I didn’t like them.