Talking about our book is a brain-paralyzing prospect for a lot of writers. We know our book better than anyone, love it (most of the time), and yet we totally freak out when it comes time to tell someone about it. Why? Because we think too much.
"Bullet journal" was coined in 2013, but I've kept an "everything notebook" for years. I don't aspire to any aesthetics other than a grid and straight lines. I don't always follow them, but I like them there. Which probably says a lot about me.
Me yesterday: Me today: I'm going to take all the aspirin and call y'all in the morning.
Back when I used to care about things like social media metrics and such, some aggregator of, I don't know, Twitter Divination, alerted me that "Your feed is influential on the topic of breakfast food." Good to know, I guess, considering that I'm a Serious Author.
This is why I tend to watch the same things over and over on Netflix. Because if I discover something new and I like it... I don't watch TV regularly, but when I do, I dig a trench and take a fortified position. I would keep up with TV shows, but it's hard to watch… Continue reading One More Episode
I'm not one of those people who thinks aromatherapy can cure what ails you, but they say scent is the most evocative of memory and emotion. All I know is that the only guy who ever broke my heart was in the army, and to this day I have a somewhat complicated relationship with the smell of shoe polish.
Saying "Not my president" is like saying "Not my cancer" and expecting your doctor to change your diagnosis. Accepting this is what you have to deal with doesn't mean giving up. It means now you know what you have to get over, around, or through.