Things I’m thankful for as a writer

Finger joints! For typing, holding pens, and obnoxiously cracking when I’m about to start a new scene.

Paper! And subsequently trash cans, for throwing crumpled balls of said paper.

Windows! So I can stare out of them all Broody Writer like.

Literary classism

One time I wrote a piece inspired by David Foster Wallace. It was unconventional, not really a narrative, hard to classify. I didn’t think it was genius or anything, but I enjoyed it. I got some scathing criticism from an individual who focused very much on the rules it was breaking. When I mentioned that I was learning from DFW’s example, the critiquer said, “Yeah, well, you’re not DFW.”

A book survey!

I was tagged by the wonderful Caroline Peckham! This was so fun that I expanded it with a few more questions from other surveys on her blog, because I can’t get enough talking about books. 😀

Find a book on your shelves for each of your initials.
SNB. All three of these are amazing novels, particularly the middle one.

I got a job in a library! Woo!

You know what, I’m so happy that I’m gonna pack on some more oo to that woo:

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

A couple weeks ago I started working as a library page, and I ~love~ it.

A page is someone who does the sorting and shelving of returned books. This job was seriously made for me. I have the kind of brain that gets SO AMPED by sorting things, it’s ridiculous. The process of alphabetizing a cart of books makes me feel both energized and calm at the same time. I don’t know how that’s possible but it’s the combo punch of awesome.