So we’re halfway through the year (holy shit, we’re halfway through the year!). How are we doing? How is our reading going? Speaking for myself, it’s going great and not so great at the same time. Great because I feel like I’m living up to at least some of the goals I set for myself at the beginning of the year; not so great because I am (shudder!) three books behind on my Goodreads Reading Challenge. I’ve been in a little bit of a reading slump lately—I’ve just had a lot of other things going on and haven’t been … Continue reading Six Months In
I just finished listening to the audiobook of Meaty by Samantha Irby. She is hilarious. It was wonderful to listen to in my car last weekend when I was driving by myself out in the mountains. It was slightly uncomfortable to listen to sitting in traffic with my windows open the next day though because, like all the best people in the world, Samantha Irby curses like a goddamn sailor and she talks about a lot of gross shit — especially shit, since she suffers from Crohn’s disease and has serious issues with her digestive tract. She talks bluntly about … Continue reading Samantha Irby is gross and I love her.
Elise and Vicky are committed to Camp Nanowrimo for the month of April, working on getting some writing done on our respective book projects. We’ll be back in May! Continue reading Nano
I’m doing a shitty job of hitting my goal of writing weekly blog posts. We’re 12 weeks into the new year and I’ve only written eight posts (including this one) so I’m at 67%, which is like a D+. Gotta step up my game. Anyway, I may not have been writing but I have been reading. I’ve finished 21 books so far this year! And even better than reading a lot, the ones I’ve been finding have all almost magically been great books. Here are some of the highlights: The Line Becomes a River by Francisco Cantu: My book club … Continue reading What I’m Reading
My name is Elise, and I am a writer. Or at least I try to be. In some senses I am; I did work as a ghostwriter for nearly a decade and write upward of fifty books in that time. So I think that qualifies me. And I have notebooks and thumb drives full of first drafts and incomplete scenes and unfinished stories that I take out and read from time to time and wonder why on earth I didn’t follow through on them. And then I remember: I am a procrastinator. I also get mental blocks and writing blocks, … Continue reading Regrets, I’ve Had a Few; or, My Writing History and What I’ve Learned from It
I went to India last week for work. It was an AMAZING trip. When normal people make a trip like that they come back with jewel-toned scarves and golden bangles or delicious tea and spices. I unpacked and realized I brought back six new sketchbooks*. You could say I have a problem, yes. I’ve been obsessed with notebooks and sketchbooks pretty much my whole life but it’s really taken off in the past four or five years. I do all kinds of work in my sketchbooks — I write, I draw, I do collage, I paint. I have quite a … Continue reading Books About Sketchbooks
One of my reading goals this year is to reread some old favorites, so I was pretty stoked when I found out that this week’s Top Ten Tuesday topic (from thatartsyreadergirl.com) is Books I Could Reread Forever. Because I’ve already got a list of those going! But it was also a good excuse to go and peruse my bookshelves, looking for my literary comfort food—those books I can pick up and read again and again, in whole or in part, and never, ever get tired of them. Some because they’re so meaningful to me or remind me of where and … Continue reading Once Is Never Enough