tip jar: shut the fuck up

(Note: This was the only real post I did at my short-lived anonymous blog, which I am now deleting.)

So this hot chick that I may have mentioned before, Hannah Moskowitz, made this video (she’s a YA Rebel, they do daily vlogs on writing, check it out) and she talked about the best and worst writing advice she’s ever received. It’s pretty funny, you should watch it.

I want to talk for a sec about her Best Writing Advice, which is:

“Shut the fuck up and write your book.”

(cont’d after the vid)

Like, yeah.

Seriously.

Shut up.

Stop talking about how you need to write, how you can’t write, how much it sucks. Stop tweeting. Stop blogging. Stop reading blogs about writing. Stop posting on writing forums. Stop reading writing forums. Stop making lists of your main character’s traits/favorites. Stop making maps. (You’re looking at an ex-fantasy-trilogy-master here, you can’t fool me. I know what you’re up to.) Stop talking about writing.

Because if you don’t shut the fuck up and do it… well you won’t get it done.

Just look at me.

Let’s just say… I am not always good at following the advice I give.

I talk nonstop about writing (and, well, everything else). And I don’t get shit done.

So I’m passing Hannah’s advice onto you and I’m going to follow it myself.

All together now, with feeling! “Shut the fuck up and write your book. Shut the fuck up and write your book. HURRAH!”


that didn’t last long

Those of you who follow my twitter at midnight (what, you don’t? that’s when all the most interesting stuff happens) will have noticed that I (finally) passed 50k words in my WIP. This has put me in a better frame of mind about the world in general and I think I’m going to try to keep blogging.

Since even when I am “actively” blogging, I will sometimes go silent for over a week, I’m sure you’re all now rolling your eyes at my little “break,” but oh well. I would not be where I am today if I were hurt when people roll their eyes at me. :P

I am going to spend some time tidying up the place—this new template seems to do funny things with italics, frxample—and then back to business as usual.

Or is there a usual? I do not know.

evelyn evelyn take TWO

You may remember that I went and saw the first show of Evelyn Evelyn’s first tour. Well, tonight I went to the House of Blues and saw the last show of the tour.

Fucking fantastic.

They switched up the set order, starting with Sxip Shirey, leading into Evelyn Evelyn, and then after a brief intermission letting Jason Webley and Amanda Palmer let loose as themselves. Definitely a better flow.

Also, the twins were more developed as characters. Each one had a distinctive personality; it’s like they found themselves on the tour. Fab.

Also also—I don’t know if there’s a term for the music that plays over the speakers while things are being set up, or during intermission, but if you listen closely/know German (luckily I went with someone fluent tonight) you will notice that the songs are about Evelyn Evelyn. I mean there are the obvious ones I mentioned last time, stuff like Girls Just Wanna Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper or—not Lean on Me but something with a similar theme. (They play Lean on Me during the show, which is why it’s stuck in my head.) Songs about girls/sisters/relying on people. BUT during the intermission there were songs actually about Evelyn Evelyn. One was in German and apparently about looking at the twins through a window? SO. I want that to be released, please, AFP.

But yeah, overall, a great show. The crowd was small and kind of quiet, and it was all seated which I will never get used to at concerts. But I had fun.

Some members of the audience were kind of obnoxious, but what can you do.

searching every whiiaaiiiaaiich awayayayay*

So I am currently apartment-hunting. And LET ME TELL YOU—wtf. This shit is stressful.

#1: I hate talking on the phone. I HATE talking on the phone to strangers. If you’re lucky enough to be one of the, like, 5 people I’ve ever spoken to on the phone, you will fondly remember the giggling, the “uhhms,” the awkward pauses, and probably the fact that I didn’t actually answer the first 7 times you called. So I am restricting myself mostly to ads that have email-reply options (which, wtf Grace, get over it) and then when I DO have to talk to people on the phone I sound like a complete idiot because I’m trying to figure out the quickest way to hang up.

#2: Boston is fucking expensive, yo. I’m looking for my own place, sans roommates but with cat (yes, I’m about to join the ranks of 20-something unmarried women living by themselves with a cat) and anything above my basic standards of cleanliness and security are like $WOW$. Le sigh.

#3: My desired location, budget, and move-in date are all so flexible that I’m looking at too many properties and really have no idea what I want. I have this problem where I like whatever area I happen to be in at the moment, so I’ll go look at a place and be like “oh this neighborhood is awesome” no matter where I am. Which—yeah, I really need to narrow some of this stuff down. Rawr.

#4: I keep finding places I like that either a) aren’t as cool in person or b) GET RENTED before I even have a chance to look at them. My trigger finger is sloooow.

All this whining, I make it sound like I’ve been shopping for months. Really not. Only like, a week or two seriously. But GAH this is horrible I’m going to run away to the Appalachian Mountains and run barefoot through some meadows and camp under the stars. That sounds good. I can telecommute from there, right?

*name that song

the results are in

Well the consensus seems to be that I have too much time on my hands. You know what? Y’all can bite me. THIS IS IMPORTANT SHIT I’M TALKING ABOUT HERE.

Really though, Betty White edged ahead with 40% of the vote, “get a life” was in second with 33%, and my girl Lansbury ended up with 27%.

So you all can bite me AND you are all wrong. Happy Thursday!

IMPORTANT POLL OF AWESOMENESS

So I tuned into the Tony’s tonight just in time to catch Angela Lansbury (I <3 you, ma’am), which reminded me of a conversation I had recently, which basically boiled down to this…

Angela Lansbury and Betty White are basically the two coolest, most awesome-filled people in the world. WHAT IF. They got in a smackdown fight of awesomeness. That’s right.

Lansbury VS White

BETTY WHITE VS. ANGELA LANSBURY: THE SMACKDOWN

Who would win? Vote now.

will you guys still like me if I’m boring?

Got my new glasses today. Plus side: I CAN SEEEEEEEEEE!

Downside: I already miss my red stripey frames. These new frames, while doing a really good job of holding the lenses, are not nearly so interesting as my last ones. I like the shape, and I like the black (I went for a straight-up geek look), but… they’re not exactly boring, they just… aren’t as QUIRKY. And if I am anything, I am QUIRKY.

Here are the new glasses in question:

So that is what I look like now. Usually my hair is better and I’m not making that face. Usually.

And now, I am going to fight the cat out out of the EXACT MIDDLE of the bed and get some ZZZs, because tomorrow is the big company-wide outing to a fun island of fun, where I will pwn everyone with my mad softball skills.

let the (polaroid) adventure begin!

So you may remember that my awesome friend Travis the Awesome gave me his old polaroid camera. Well the film finally arrived, and tonight I finally put it all together and experimented.

And of course documented it.

Step one: inserting the film.

Camera and film, pre-film:

And after. The Impossible Project includes a darkslide with their film (mine says “grease lightning”).

So then I took my first picture! Here it is developing…

…and lalala I  lined everything up while I waited…

please note purple toenails

…and finally I turned it over aaaaand…

…it’s horrible.

I think I knew that polaroids aren’t good for far-away shots, but uh I guess I had to test it? Bleh. I’ll show you the shot anyway, so you can fully partake in the experience. It’s the view from my bedroom window. Unfortunately, I don’t have a scanner, so here’s a picture of the picture:

There’s just too much in the frame—it’s too crowded and too dark and everything is the same texture. Oh well. Learning experience!

So then I took a second picture.

And I like this one much better. Here’s the family dog, looking all forlorn and adorable.

So there you have it! Grace’s first adventure with the polaroid. I kind of love my little SX-70, I haveta say. :)