Category Archives: Memoirs

Write Club

One of my favorite writing quotes is, “I’m writing a first draft and reminding myself that I’m simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles” (Shannon Hale). That’s how I feel this week, especially after spending all of Saturday doing writing sprints and accidentally finishing my steampunk novella. I’m sure there will be lots of places to go back and add things. I know there’s going to be a lot of editing.

But.

I finished it!

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Arigatou Miyazaki Senpai (Pantheon of Authors)

(Yes, I realize he’s an artist. He’s still my senpai.)

I once had someone tell me that my pacing was “different.” Like, in a place where he expected there to be a climax, I would de-escalate. He mentioned later that he understood that better after he began watching anime.

Most of the time, the cast in my brain are in anime. I built a genetic system in my novel that results in a cast with colors everything from blue to green to purple. That’s not actually something I set out to do, but rather something I had to explain away several years after the fact.

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You Don’t Have To Smile

It’s been occurring to me recently that you should be suspicious of happy people. Not in the grouchy “I’m angry about everything so you should be too” way, but in a “are you actually really happy or are you overcompensating” way.

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Knit Chat

A couple months ago, me and a friend wanted to have a serious conversation. I’m awful at having serious conversations. I get distracted too easily, and I have a panic reflex that makes me try to be funny. This is either a welcome relief, or super frustrating. But anyway, we decided we were going to knit and talk. This was a brand new concept to me. Crafting thus far has been a fairly solitary activity for me. I’d been to classes, mostly embroidery but some general sewing and others I’m sure, but the ones I went to were very serious and sterile. I came away thinking you make art alone.

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Sonder (Pantheon of Authors: JKR)

I’m a bit unclear on whether this is a real word or not, but I saw it in like a Buzzfeed list or something that said it was the realization that other people have lives as complex as your own. That’s a concept people seem to struggle to grasp, even good people who are nice most of the time.

I think imagining others complexly, as John Green would say, is something that comes naturally to no one. People have to be taught to be compassionate. I struggle with empathy a lot. Not an “I can’t imagine what you’re going through” struggle with empathy. More like an “I can imagine what you’re going through so hard it’s making me sad/happy/angry/fill-in-the-blank.” I blame that on how much time I’ve spent reading. Continue reading

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My Life in Books (Announcement Post)

So I went to snoop around my local library this week, and in my browsing of the stacks, I found myself thinking about American Horror Story. Random, right? So I back up and look at all the spines, and there’s an orange spine with AHS font on it. Naturally, I took it home. (If anyone ever tells you not to judge a book by it’s cover, you call them on their B.S. Covers are important. The most important content in the world would still go unread if the cover designers dropped the ball. And the spines are the most important part of the book cover.) Continue reading

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I Want to Be an Anthropologist

That might just be the most INFJ thing I’ve ever said.

The creators of BBC’s Sherlock have said that their Sherlock is so different because they were looking at the canon and seeing how Sherlock Holmes is a man ahead of his times. Other Sherlock adaptations weren’t like that. They were all trapped in an era far gone, in a world where scientists believed that cells were blobs of protoplasm. And that’s just not fair to Sherlock, because Sherlock is on the cutting edge of science. Continue reading

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