I spent most of this past Saturday going through my closet at my parents’ house and doing some serious downsizing and rearranging. Seriously, there was stuff in that closet from five years ago that I forgot I even still owned. I said goodbye to party dresses that are still in great shape, and I hope someone has as much fun wearing them as I did. Continue reading Looking For My Religion In The Season Of Advent
So this happened: Continue reading NaNoWriMo: Words, Crunch, and What I Learned
[Original publication date: Dec. 20, 2013]
I know it’s been too long since we talked. Continue reading To My Mom, for the Holidays
This weekend I saw Dawn of the Planet of the Apes. I liked it. It was a good popcorn movie. It kept me entertained. It made me think about humanity. It made me think about hubris. It made me think about weaponry. But it chafed a little.
Because what was the point of Malcolm, exactly? Continue reading Dawn of the Planet of the Apes: A Gripe
Direct quote from me to a composer friend the other day: “I’m so fucking sick of being a fiction writer.” Continue reading To Query or Not to Query: That is the Neverending Million-Dollar Hair-Pulling-Out-of-Head Question
After several long months of job searching (which I recorded in gifs sets here and here), I was able to land a long-term contract position with a big corporation that has several theme parks. Yay for a steady paycheck from corporate overlords! Continue reading Do You Want to Get Lunch: Social Awkwardness and New Jobs
There’s no question that I’ve been feeling crappy about one of my current part-time jobs. It’s the job that’s been keeping me secured in school since it pays for my tuition. To some people, having this type of arrangement is ideal and would not warrant any complaining since, at the end of the day, school is getting covered. But I have come to a point where even that reason alone does not justify acts of borderline exploitation to be acceptable. A colleague reminded me the other day, that despite my frustrations, this is what “adults” do in the “real world.” Continue reading On Grown-up Jobs
In the moments after, I swore that I was an ABSOLUTELY TERRIBLE PERFORMER and I WAS NEVER DOING THIS NUMBER AGAIN.