life

Poetics and the Meaninglessness of Striving

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…)

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Pregaming and Publications

Tonight seems to be more about organizing and less about writing, and I don’t know whether it’s from a lack of creativity, the fact that I do nothing but write and my mind just gave up, or some reason I’m just not thinking of. Probably all of the above. And also none of the above, because it’s not actually possible to run out of creativity. It’s a finicky fountain of manic self-hatred and joy, but it runs forever.

Anyway, that’s what I started the alphabet challenge for, however many years ago I actually started it. Blogging is hard.

So, P is for pregame. (more…)

On Special Snowflakes

Part I of probably many, many more to come.

I don’t advocate violence. I try to be a good person. But if I read one more thing about being special or different or atypical followed by the words “but that’s okay,” I’m going to start throwing punches. Of course not literally, because all of this bullshit is online, due to the fact that if anyone said that in a face-to-face conversation with someone, they’d have already been bullied, gotten over it, and become a better, more tolerable human for the experience. (more…)

The Well

I know a lot of random information, and I have the blessing-curse combo of being able to see every side of a problem. I figured I could put all this to good use. So I’ve introduced “the Well,” my contribution of knowledge to the world. Ask me anything–advice on a relationship problem, how to make your own jewelry, what book you should read next, how to properly use punctuation, whether the moon is made of cheese, etc. The world is your oyster, and I want nothing more than to help you harvest the pearl. So ask away!

Magic, Mischief, and a Little Bit of Chicken Fried

is for magic.

In which I weave together writing advice and my feelings while listening to Zac Brown Band.

M is for mischief.

In which I talk about the major downsides of an INTJ personality, specifically mine. And maybe weave in more writing advice, for any of you trying to write one.

M is for muffins.

Because I made some this morning and they were delicious, and I felt like I needed a third item in this list. (more…)