I read more books than you'll credit possible this year (more than 300). Like last year, I'll share the ten fiction and ten non-fiction books I got the most out of. Fiction: The Bear and the Nightingale, by Katherine Arden - Russian fairytale-esque fantasy. I felt right cold reading it, as is proper for a … Continue reading Books Read in 2018
Category: PSA
(PSA) What is Sleep? Baby Don’t Hurt Me
“Hi, class! How are you today?” “Teacher, I'm tired.” “Hi, tired! I'm Kelsey!” Yes, yes. Poor me, I know. Moan, moan, moan. There! It's out of my system, for now. Moving on. Here's what's been going on with me this past month: I did Nanowrimo - winning, but producing unpublishable dreck in the process. While … Continue reading (PSA) What is Sleep? Baby Don’t Hurt Me
(PSA) I am writing a Nanowrimo novel.
Hey, fellow kids! Like many of the 'happening' crowd, I am writing a Nanowrimo novel this month! This, you will agree, is very radical. For this month, I will make history haiku posts (or something comparably delightful and/or informative) five times a week. It's not cool to gamble, but I'd wager on seeing new content … Continue reading (PSA) I am writing a Nanowrimo novel.
(PSA) Would-be Millenial Writer Whines About How Things Are Hard
Flipping dead people. I've got a blog post to write! Stop being complex. I've every intention of completing Ehler's Choice Week, but Rommel is tripping me up. He's going to require a bit more thought, given the amount of historical controversy surrounding him. That's been a problem with the history haiku posts lately - they've … Continue reading (PSA) Would-be Millenial Writer Whines About How Things Are Hard
What is ‘Sleep’?
Dreaming of the day Where I'll be fully goddamned Rested for a change I'm still struggling to have a full night's sleep. Even on weekends, I can't seem to accomplish this. My eyes are heavy, my brains are mush. I'm going to have a cup of chamomile and attempt to have an early night. Will … Continue reading What is ‘Sleep’?
‘This Close to Murder’ Haiku
Punchable German In dorm won't fucking shut it. Words scatter to winds. Not punchable because he's German, but he's German and he's punchable and he won't. Stop. Skyping his girlfriend for hours at a stretch, multiple times per day, in the sleeping area. This, combined with my two-days old headache, means I'm skipping tonight. PS: … Continue reading ‘This Close to Murder’ Haiku
No History Post Today
Heart races, gut churns. Whether panic or sickness, No history post. Really sorry to do this, but right now, I'm trying to discern if I'll be vomiting tonight or not. Sacrifice a chicken for me and make a nice soup from it.
