Summer (non)Reading

The already too-short Seattle summer is coming to a premature end due to dense wildfire smoke. While this makes me all kinds of sad, one positive aspect is that it’s put me back into the groove of reading. I haven’t read a ton these past few months, slowing down my pace of book consumption to make room for bicycling and kayaking and riding my new motorcycle and (let’s be honest) long alcohol-fueled afternoons on patios with friends. I love summer. But now that we’re getting back to sweater weather, the idea of curling up on a couch with a full … Continue reading Summer (non)Reading

Six Months In

    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

Samantha Irby is gross and I love her.

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.

What I’m Reading

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

Regrets, I’ve Had a Few; or, My Writing History and What I’ve Learned from It

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

Books About Sketchbooks

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