I dislike the word “should”. I sit in a scratchy chair in a shade of blue that is, frankly, offensive. Opposite me, a man with a kind smile hands me a green slip of paper, bearing a signature hastily scrawled in a pen that's almost out of ink. My eyes immediately gravitate towards the gaps … Continue reading Taking A Step Back
I’m taking a short break from The Book Without A Nickname, so I thought I’d come here and jot down a few things I’ve noticed about first drafting this time around, and my writing process in general. And yes, I know I talk about writing a lot. Would you rather me wail about emotional crap? … Continue reading How Do Write Book????
My life is so hideously riddled with symbolism, it's insane. Here's an example. Last January, my laptop died. Like all my hopes and dreams (come on, reader, you know I had to go there). Once I had worked myself to the bone, once my essays were officially submitted, once I no longer had a reasonable … Continue reading Finding the Story (Or, Elsie Gets Nostalgic)
Don’t act like you didn’t see this coming, reader. My general habit of making jokes to distract from sincere emotion is ingrained into my DNA so effectively, the prospect of writing this is physically painful. But I don’t like being told what to do, even by my genetic code, so here it is. 2017 was … Continue reading NYE
Okay so I want to talk (write, really, but imagine I'm talking – oh, while you're at it, imagine that I'm wearing a gown made of diamonds and lounging gracefully across a piano). So I want to talk about something, but I want to talk about it to something that won't talk back. I mean, … Continue reading Seeing Rainbows
Context: I wrote this in June, and quickly decided that I didn't know what I actually wanted to do with it. So, here you go. I'm angry that everything I write lately is for you. I'm angry that I'm still sick and that I'm still in love with you and that I can't reconcile the … Continue reading For You. (I couldn’t think of a snarky title).
So you know how last time I was all “wah wah wah I don't want to write anymore because my HEART is BROKEN” etc? Well, I finished that book. I finished it good. Honestly, it's pretty great and I'm super proud of myself. I love it so much, I kinda sorta developed a semi obsession … Continue reading I Am The God Of Reading (or, I Was Scared, But I Did It Anyway)
There are a couple of things I want to talk about. I mean, I don't really want to talk about it but whatever. I hate it already. Alright, let's get into it. I have never had a particularly good relationship with faith or belief. It's a nice idea, sure, but I'm more of a “seek … Continue reading An Anatomy of an Overdue Goodbye (Or, I Really Fucking Hate This).
My dissertation was a lot of things: long, dramatic, full of notions of first person vs third person narration, traumatic in all it's weird and murky glory, an excuse to obsess over my favourite books because it counted as studying, and a whole lot more. I can dress it up, make it sound smart, make … Continue reading Dissertation: An Afterword.
Hey reader, I've missed you. Okay that's kind of a lie – but I say that with love. There are Reasons and also Things behind my hiatus, none of which I want to talk about. When you're anxious all the time, once you find some level of mellow it's a sin to harsh it. It's … Continue reading Bit of a Year.