Friday, April 17, 2015


  • Spring is in full force here in Texas. I can never decide if I like spring or not. On the one hand, there are wildflowers on the sides of the highway, warm breezes, and sundresses. On the other hand, there's a fine layer of yellow covering every outside surface and you haven't stopped sneezing for three weeks.
  • I had my first battle with Austin allergies a couple of weeks ago, which morphed into what the doctor at the clinic called a "little bronchitis" that took forever to get rid of.
  • The first weekend of April I flew to Lubbock for Denny's surprise 80th birthday party.
  • While there, my uncle made me a special cup of tea that was probably mostly whiskey to help me get rid of aforementioned cough. I drank it out of Denny's quilting mug (see above).
  • I turned 23 last Thursday and was pleased to find that blink-182 lied to me. People do like you when you're 23.
  • I had to work all day on my birthday, but my family had flowers delivered to my work and a coworker gave me her personal copy of one of her favorite books, so it wasn't too bad.
  • On Sunday, Melany, Britny, and I went to South Congress Cafe for a belated birthday lunch and really great mojitos. After that, Britny and I spent four hours talking at a coffee shop and getting absolutely no work done.
  • Monday night I went to BookPeople to interview for a little part-time job, and was pleasantly surprised to find David Levithan, Ally Carter, and Justine Larbalestier upstairs.
  • I got that little part-time job, so now every Thursday and Sunday night will be spent working author events. I am stupidly excited about this.
  • Just in the next few weeks, I will meet the winner of the 1979 Nobel Prize in physics, the writer of DCOM Pixel Perfect, and Glenn Close's sister.

How's your life lately?


Thursday, April 9, 2015

23 Before 24

  1. Save more, spend less
  2. Fix bike and ride
  3. Take more pictures
  4. Finish Blog Life
  5. Read at least thirty books I haven't read before
  6. Fill up my yellow Moleskine
  7. Meet new people
  8. Learn how to really use my camera
  9. Learn how to really use Photoshop
  10. Go for more walks
  11. Learn to make the perfect mojito
  12. Meet up with the Blogger Family in Portland
  13. Take a trip somewhere (besides Portland)
  14. Write more stories
  15. Volunteer at the Texas Teen Book Festival
  16. Try one new recipe a month
  17. Get my third (and maybe fourth) tattoo
  18. Find the best coffee shop in Austin
  19. Apply to graduate school
  20. Go to SXSW
  21. Send more letters and packages
  22. Find the perfect couch
  23. Go paddle boarding

Thursday, April 2, 2015


My freshman year of high school a few friends and I were given some old computer textbooks to repurpose in whatever way we saw fit. Armed with all manner of craft supplies and a ton of magazines, we turned what would have been trash into our own personal treasures. The pages were covered with quotes from movies and books, pictures of friends and celebrities, and little high school mementos. We called it textbooking.

Eventually we moved from the oversized computer textbooks to smaller books and journals, but we still call it textbooking to this day. It's still something I love to do. I love magazines, especially fashion magazines, and love that I can use them after I finish reading them. Anytime I feel like I'm lacking inspiration or just need a creative outlet outside of this blog, I textbook. Usually while watching a movie or four.

It takes me awhile to finish a whole textbook because the urge/need comes and goes. Recently (or like two months ago), I finished the one I started my first year of college, which was, you know, five years ago. I don't mind though–I like that it spans so much time. It's fun to see how I have and have not changed. Anyway, I decided to share a few of my favorite pages with you. (You can click to make them bigger!) They're really nothing special, but I promise you it was so much fun.


Sunday, March 29, 2015

Finished is better than perfect.

My biggest problem when it comes to writing is actually doing it. When I write, it takes forever for me to finish–anything and everything. Blogs sit in drafts unfinished for weeks. School essays were never completed more than twelve hours before they were due. Sometimes it even takes me awhile to craft the perfect Tweet, and that's only 140 characters. It's some sort of mental block I have, and it's very frustrating.

I once read that writer's block is an excuse writers use to not write, and I remember being very upset by this. "No, I love to write!" I'd yell. "I really want to write, I swear!" And I did, and I do. More than anything, I want to be a writer–better yet, a good writer. I want people to look at me and think "writer." I want it, I swear!

Part of my problem stems from wanting to be a good writer. I want everything to be perfect. Everything has to be perfect so everyone thinks I'm a good writer! But perfect is, you know, impossible. I know this. You know this. Everyone knows this! So why do I still try for perfect? I couldn't tell you for sure, but it has to stop.

This desire for my writing to be perfect has kept me from writing at all. I get in my own way. Before I even start writing, I get hung up on how long it will take and how these things never translate from my mind to the page the way I want them to. Better to just not do it at all than to do it and fail, right?


It's always better to do the thing. Whatever the thing is, you've got to try.

For me, that means to just write–just get something onto the page, tweak it a bit, and let it go. (You know, like that one song from that movie that came out well over a year ago but you still, inexplicably, hear everywhere you go told you to.) I've started carrying a Moleskine in my purse so I can jot down thoughts and outline blog posts while I'm out, rather than writing them down on a sticky note or, worse, expecting myself to remember.

Even though I haven't posted here, I have been writing more. I love having these things to look back on even if they never make it to my blog. Hopefully I will get better at transferring from journal to blog, but baby steps, guys.


Sunday, March 1, 2015

Looking up

To be honest, I've been feeling a little burnt out. I'm always tired, and the only thing I feel like doing when I'm not at work is sleep. I'm not sure what it is exactly. I think I just need a weekend off. The weekends I haven't had to work, I've either been traveling or entertaining. It's been awhile since I've had a couple days off with no plans, and I'm really, really looking forward to next weekend because of this. Hopefully, I will be able to spend the entirety of it in my pajamas.

Those busy weekends were great though.

One of the weekends between now and the last time I blogged, my family came down for a visit. I took them to some of my very favorite places–Magnolia, the Pedestrian Bridge, South Congress, the Capitol, Pinthouse Pizza, etc. I love showing people Austin, my Austin. I want people to see why I love the city so much (which usually leads to me over-thinking everything and asking, "Are you having fun? Are you really having fun?" about five million times, which is not fun, but I'm working on it). I just want to be the hostess with the mostest, you know?

The two holiday weekends (hooray for bank holidays!) were spent in Lubbock. They were short visits, but I was able to fit a lot in each time. It all felt really normal, like I'd never left. Like I casually slipped into my life of four months ago.

I slept in my old room at Denny and D-Dad's, and one night Julia stayed over too. I played cards, ate at Casa OlĂ©, and made doughnuts. I went to eat with Kiera on her lunch break, and Gabby joined us the second time. I stayed up until two in the morning watching The Treasure of the Sierra Madre with D-Dad. And each time before I left, Denny handed me packages of toilet paper, powdered sugar, cans of soup, cake mix, and more (because she's Denny and that's what she does).

At one point over breakfast, D-Dad pulled out an atlas and showed me every place he'd ever lived, travelled to, and wishes he could travel to. He pointed out a route along the west coast that he'd always wanted to drive, but said that now the trip would be too hard. "I always wanted to, but we made excuses, put it off, and now we can't," he said. "Father Time stops for no one. That's why you should go now. Seize the day. Carpe diem, as they say."

In the end, the busy weekends and tired weekdays are worth it.

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...