My little, baby sister is in San Diego right now, ringing in her 21st at the stroke of midnight in some posh, speakeasy-type bar with my big sis as her escort.
I might consider selling Finn to the highest bidder if they could somehow use black magic to zap me over there right now!
Seriously though, I have been looking forward to this day for longer than she has—since seven years ago when I turned 21! (Holy crap!) She won’t even be able to appreciate it in the way I could appreciate it!! ;)
Happy Birthday little Leesie! Have a ridiculous time, and we’re doing Vegas when I return!!
Me: Sends important email
Thirty seconds later…
Me: Waves fingers at the computer screen “Email me baaaaack!”
Lunch break oasis (at 청계천 (Cheonggyecheon))
The current sentiment in my house right now
(via thelastchalupa)
Treat yo self!
Best-dressed ajosshi award goes to….
Tripping to Yangsu-ri http://bit.ly/13QdS1p
Heeeeyyyy I did a little thingy for Chincha! (Not the same thingy that was causing me massive anxiety and writer’s block, thankfully!) Check it out if you so please! :)
brittinbusan said: All I can think of is Sweet Valley Highhhh!
Hahaha I just saw your comment! I was obsessed when I was in elementary school. Think I read every single one!
Favorite Korean commercial at the moment:
It’s in black and white and a woman is in a car screaming to someone on her cell phone and basically losing her ish. She throws her cell phone down, grabs her hair, screams some more. More angry phone conversation. No idea what she’s saying but suddenly the scene cuts to her sipping a little container of banana milk from a straw—the only thing of color in the shot—and then, as if the anger was all imagined, a big smile comes over her face and she’s staring out the window as happy as a clam.
Moral of the story: Life problems solved by 2,000 won cup of banana milk!
Personally, if I were in that state of mind and someone handed me a carton of banana milk, I’d punch em’. I hate banana milk. Banana flavoring is the worst. Real bananas or nothing!
TODAY
Someone told me that I love cats so much, I should marry them. So I did! Via the Chive.
Me, 10 years? And yeah, I definitely follow a blog called mastercatscinema, so clearly I’m on my way!
I did it! I took my own advice, or rather Anne Lamott’s advice, and managed to silence the negative voices in my head that were telling me I was going to end up a failure and a cat lady (maybe the last one still holds true) and actually write a terrible first draft!
It felt like pulling teeth to leave things in mediocre shambles because I’m a perfectionist and I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out, but now it’s somewhere between a first and second draft and it’s actually pretty good! I zipped along really nicely tonight and actually enjoyed writing for the first time in a long time.
Inthe last several blog posts I have now successfully taken you all through my entire process, from the fear and self-loathing to the joy and exultation, i.e. the life as a tortured writer. Now discuss among yourselves how I make everything 1,000 times more difficult than it needs to be @.@
My grandma bought me the book “Bird by Bird” when I was probably in the fifth grade. Since it was a non-fiction book about writing and well, it wasn’t Sweet Valley High, I didn’t actually crack it open until about high school.
Admittedly I haven’t read that many books on writing, aside from required textbooks for my journalism degree and almost-creative-writing minor, because I generally dislike non-fiction and dislike self-help books even more. But honestly Lamott’s book is one of the best books on writing I have read, though it offers general life advice as well.
The woman understands my misery, and the misery of anyone who has ever sat down to write but just can’t.
The little bit on “shitty first drafts” is on page three of the link. Enjoy!
If you want to get your first draft done you need to stop worrying so much about being perfect or making sense. Lower your standards and keep writing!
Constant reminder.
So the fan next to me just imploded with a blinding flash of light, a small “pop” and a puff of black smoke. About seven people came over to investigate and now there’s a blackened hole in the carpet where it stood before the company handyman came and took it away. A different kind of fan death….
