Fantasy books, terrible advice, and random silliness
Stories from my life with no particular point.
A post about nothing at all. Plus a little writing inspiration.
I ran a Twitter poll recently asking if you wanted more or fewer book not-reviews.
The results were:
11% think I post too many not-reviews
19% think I post just enough reviews
11% think I should post more reviews
and 59% want chocolate.
For my blog’s first birthday, I thought I’d look back over my first year blogging and spout wisdom. But then I drank tea and wrote random stuff instead.
Yesterday my blog turned a year old.
Yes, despite the constant concern that I would wake up one day with absolutely nothing to say, I’ve somehow managed to post twice a week for 52 weeks.
(To be fair, I often don’t say anything.)
The one year mark seems like the appropriate time to say certain things. Here they are.
I have a confession to make.
Since I went back to work a month and a half ago, I’ve done very little writing.
None at all some weeks, an odd and unproductive hour other weeks.
I could make excuses, but honestly I’ve been run down to the ground, and surviving has taken priority over writing. I don’t feel bad about it.
Continue reading “A confession and the true value of this blog”
I was nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award, and so I’m going to tell you seven things about myself that you might not know (mostly writing-related, because that’s what you asked about).
Some time back, the delightful Jessica Matteliano (@jmatteliano) nominated me for the Versatile Blogger Award. Today I am delighted to accept the award.
That means I’m going to tell you seven things about myself that you may not know. (I can’t entirely guarantee you don’t know them–internet stalking has come a long way in recent years.)
But first, the details of the award.
Continue reading “7 facts you didn’t know about me: The Versatile Blogger Award”
At a conference last week I met two people I should have already known and ran into two people I haven’t seen in over a decade.
I spent the last three days at a conference.
Conferences are weird.
Early in your career, they’re mostly places where you hover for too long over the coffee station. You try to locate the only person you know so you don’t have to stand alone or try to make awkward conversation with the one other person no one else wants to talk to.
It doesn’t take you long to figure out why no one wants to talk to this guy: he has nothing to say about anything.
Neither do you.
Continue reading “Strange things that might happen at a conference”
