skeleton me

months months months since I have written anything here, or anything anywhere it feels like (though it is not entirely true).

Of late, I’ve been reading lotsa books by clever often funny ladies writing about their lives…

  1. You’ll Grow Out of It by Jessi Klein
  2. Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo by Amy Schumer
  3. Shrill by Lindy West*
  4. Sex Object by Jessica Valenti
  5. My Life on the Road by Jessica Steinem

I am less clever and not as funny but I am a LADY and why don’t I write about my life? I have a passing fancy to use this space as a kind of memory catalogue. Capture the stuff before my addled brain drops more memories.

I’ve started using my Overpriced But Fucking Gorgeous Rifle dayplanner as a kind of insta-journal with tiny notes about days and drawings of grey clouds raining when weeks are terrrrrible (and by terrible I mean stressful or frustrating — not actual human suffering level terrible). I like the practice; I feel like at the end of the year I’ll actually have some record to look back on and be like, Oh yeah me and Erin did watch 1,000 videos of Kate McKinnon being amazingly hilarious, I should do that again.

*blogging break to watch Solange*

So, so what. Maybe I will start posting here again. Maybe I will get my act together and start doing (some of) the stuff I dream about doing, be it small medium large extra large extra tiny.

Feels like it’s a weird year, a weird time for me — gonna capture it, remember it THOSE ARE TAYLOR SWIFT LYRICS my brain just substituted TS lyrics for original thought. Fuck what critical memory was dumped so I would recall the lyrics to fearless?

Blerk, as my sister says.

*Shrill was my fave of these 5, in case you were like is this list in order of liking? nope.



good morning… i am having a properly sleepy, brain-won’t-flicker-on type morning, but there are a few things I’ve been meaning to post about here on this old dear bloggy.

I went to Iceland after my Frankfurt Buch Fair trip, and it was literally the best trip of my life. I may have taken over 1,200 photos. Oops? The thing is, with that many photos, it’s turned into this thing that I have to take care of — to sort through them and post the bestest ones, and to remember how to spell the name of the crazy-beautiful place we were in. So I am moving at a glacial place (to bust out one of my favorite Iceland times jokes). So stay tuned for pictures of me looking super happy next to glorious landscapes. Or getting some attention from a friendly roadside Icelandic horse:

Some things:

An interview at Ain’t Nothing But Music — Pat asked me some great questions about writing the Love You to Death series and my thoughts on TVD and why it is so freaking good.

My alter ego Liv Spencer has a new home! That’s where I’ll post about Pretty Little Liars when it returns, as well as other good stuff along with partner-in-crime Jen Knoch. (In this case, “crime” = “writing.”)

I’ve updated my archive of TVD posts with links to my “in review” posts for this season. (I know. You were like drumming your fingers, waiting for this.)

I cannot wait to read the follow-up to Daughter of Smoke and Bone, which I finally picked up the other day: Days of Blood and Starlight. I also (finally) read Holly Black’s second book in the Curse Workers series, Red Glove, and now I’m in that funny spot of wanting to read the last book desperately and wanting to stave off the end of the series. In that vein, I still have not read the last book in Gail Carriger’s Alexia Tarrabotti series because I will miss her so. So many books, so little time. Cuz I’m watching the telly so much.

Speaking of, I enjoyed the first few episodes of Nashville, but hmmm. It’s already getting a little tired for me.  But I do love the songwriting duo of Avery and Scarlett and their beautiful duets: I will download whatever they release on iTunes. Fact.

Otherwise, listening to: RedRedRed.