Tag: Miscellaneous

  • Q&A: What were you like in high school?

    What were you like in high school?

    I was quiet and shy and late a lot. I missed a lot of school. Made mediocre grades. I had few friends, many of whom were teachers. I remember not fitting in anywhere. I had a couple of different groups of peripheral friends, and people moved in and out of those groups pretty regularly. I didn’t eat lunch, choosing instead to smoke cigarettes in the bathroom. I made a killing playing poker with my lunch money in the band room when I was supposed to be taking gym. I wasn’t a bad student so much as I was a rotten student. I didn’t actively cause trouble, but I also didn’t apply myself. Most of my teachers felt as though I did not strive to reach my potential. And looking back, they were right. I think this is because I gave absolutely zero fucks about high school.

  • Q&A: My bra is killing me. Thought you should know.

    My bra is killing me. Thought you should know.

    *puts on bra specialist hat*

    You’re likely wearing the wrong size. If you haven’t been professionally fitted for a bra in the past six months, you should go into your favorite lingerie store and ask a salesperson to measure you. Don’t worry about getting naked–it’s a simple measure that can be done over your street clothes.

  • Q&A: Do you sign autographs or do you use a signature stamp?

    Do you sign autographs or do you use a signature stamp?

    I prefer to sign things with a peacock quill using only the blood of a unicorn foal for ink. 

  • Q&A: Tell me a story

    Q&A: Tell me a storyI’m home sick today. So…..Tell me a story. Please. 🙂

    I would, but I just spent the last 16 hours barfing. Maybe later?

  • Q&A: What can you recommend to someone who wants to increase their blog presence?

    Anonymous asked:

    What can you recommend to someone who wants to increase their blog presence?

    I guess the first thing would be: don’t worry so much about increasing your blog presence.

    A better focus would be on knowing who you are and what you want to share with other people.

    Because that’s what that whole “presence” thing is all about–letting stuff flow out (like ideas or inspiration or helpful tips or stories) instead of expecting everything to flow in (blog comments or likes or follows or nods or popularity).

    Think of it like this: inside each of us is a bottle of something really good. For you it might be wine. For me it’s Cherry Coke. Whatever. It’s all the same.

    A mistake a lot of people make is that they take this bottle of Cherry Coke (or whatever) and pour it in a bunch of other people’s bottles, expecting they will, in turn, pour back into their bottle. And when that doesn’t happen, when their bottle runs dry, they become resentful of the people they’ve shared with. They think, “I shared with you, and you didn’t share with me, and now I wish I hadn’t shared with you, because you suck.”

    Don’t do that. 

    Your blog shouldn’t be this thing you use to get people to pour into you. It should be this thing you use to pour into other people. 

    “But,” you say, “if I pour all of my Cherry Coke into everyone else’s bottle and they never pour their Cherry Coke into mine, won’t my bottle go dry?”

    Not necessarily. Because ideally the things you would be sharing are things you, yourself, need. That’s where the “knowing who you are” part comes in. 

    In other words, when you share this thing, whatever it is, you’re filling yourself up, too.

    So that’s my answer. 

    TL;DR – It’s not about you, it’s about them (your readers). 

  • Q&A: You pin a LOT of food on Pinterest. (Not complaining!) Do you ever eat any of it or do you just pin it?

    Anonymous asked:

    You pin a LOT of food on Pinterest. (Not complaining!) Do you ever eat any of it or do you just pin it?

    I mostly just pin it.  I find it hard to justify the work and cost of cooking since I live alone.

  • Underwater

    Whenever I feel overwhelmed, I head to the gym when it’s slow and float in the pool. I stare at the drop ceiling and think about nothing, just listen to the muffled sounds of water and the blood rushing around in my head. It’s a place where I don’t have to do anything: pay bills, write books, exercise, clean the kitchen. All I have to do is stay afloat.