Write the Thing

If this is terrible, it’s not my fault.  I have a half hour before class, and it’s not enough time to write something good.  Especially because I’m in a public, loud, and crowded place, and those kinds of places are not the kinds of places I like to write in.  Or be in.  Come to … Continue reading Write the Thing

On the hardest part of writing

There are a great many overgeneralized statements about writing.  We talk about shitty rough drafts (thanks Anne Lamott), we argue over dialogue tags (I’m a proponent of asked and said and pretty much nothing else), we bitch over the use of the Oxford comma (Vampire Weekend even wrote a song about that one), and we … Continue reading On the hardest part of writing

Writer’s Paralysis

“How the hell are you supposed to fall asleep when the world is bursting with life in the shadows, teeming with mystery in the darkness?” -A very likely over-caffeinated me at 2 AM on some random weeknight last October From: The Notes App on my Phone Everyone writes about writer’s block.  We cry the woes … Continue reading Writer’s Paralysis

Next Year I Can Buy Booze

You know it’s your twentieth birthday when you wake up and look in the mirror and think, yep.  This is the best it’s gonna get.  Ten years ago, I was a greasy, acne riddled ten year old who’s only possible trajectory was up. Whatever.  At least next year I can buy booze. I feel like … Continue reading Next Year I Can Buy Booze

An Open Letter to My Younger Self

Dear small me, I generally avoid giving advice – I usually manage to spill coffee on myself on a weekly basis, and sometimes I forget to look before I cross the street.  But I’ve made it this far, and, seeing as I’m about to turn twenty, I’m going to give you, young me, some advice … Continue reading An Open Letter to My Younger Self

The Old Lady that Lives in my Brain

  The other day, I went to a party.  Okay, you got me, a small gathering of like ten people.  And there were a few new people there, much to my displeasure, (I mean pleasure) and the host took it upon himself to introduce everyone.  He rattled off names and token fixtures of each guest’s … Continue reading The Old Lady that Lives in my Brain

It’s Facebook Official

It’s Facebook official: I am the most awkward person in human history.  I have few talents, but I’d have to say that making people generally uncomfortable in my presence is my specialty.  What, you ask, has spurred from within me this God-ordained proclamation? Yet another social interaction in which I made everything awkward and terrible.  … Continue reading It’s Facebook Official

I have a confession to make…

I have something to admit, and I think it might surprise you: Apparently, I have a bit of an attitude problem. Go ahead and take all the time you need to recover from the shock. A few weeks ago, I was sitting with my besties, watching horror movies on Netflix that were rated beneath two … Continue reading I have a confession to make…

The Exhaust of Dreams

Dreams are tricky things.  Things we can safely say no one really understands.  Once our eyes shoot open, all is lost.  We’re not left with much, other than sand in the corners of our eyes, and a few images projecting themselves in our mind’s eye one last time, with the flickering quality of a hand-crank … Continue reading The Exhaust of Dreams