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So, just so y’all understand

I am currently:

  • doing massive edits on a novel
  • writing as many short stories as possible so I can submit them to contests and finally make some money (The Fat Princess Story, The Lesbian Creation Story, The Curse Story, How to Fall in Love with Yourself in One Summer, The Monster-Under-the-Bed Story, Big Sister, and others)
  • reading extensively in literary magazines so I can figure out what the fuck they’re looking for in submissions
  • also editing those stories so they can actually be submitted
  • writing at least 2k on Talented, editing it, and posting it every week
  • getting the wheels turning on The Queer Cafe, which will eventually take Talented’s place 
  • answering writing questions
  • doing Message Mes weekly
  • writing at least one writing advice post weekly
  • making videos weekly
  • and, as of an yesterday, being VERY EXCITED about the possibility of writing a BOOK SERIES a la Baby-Sitter’s Club for YOUNG GIRLS about a GROUP OF YOUNG FEMINISTS who encounter and react to every day instances of misogyny so YOUNG PEOPLE WHO READ THE BOOKS will be educated about these issues FROM A YOUNG AGE and AMAZING THINGS WILL HAPPEN

AND I AM SO HAPPY ABOUT ALL OF THIS. I LOVE DOING IT.

WHAT I DON’T LIKE IS THAT I HAVE PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITIES ASIDE FROM THESE THINGS, LIKE, YOU KNOW, COLLEGE. WHICH REALLY GET IN THE WAY.

A Booklover's Herstory

I don’t remember when it was or which book that started it all. I do remember asking my dad to stay up late to read. It worked the first few times until it became habit and he started saying no. But by then I was hooked and it was an all time thing, not just at night. 

My parents were divorced and I lived with my dad. My sister and I went to our mom’s every weekend. I got $5 allowance and every Friday night we went to Walmart. That was just enough for two books, usually Sweet Valley Twins or Baby-Sitters Club. I would have one read by the time we got home.

Car rides, restaurants, school… I remember in third grade getting a “hole punch” (a not so good thing) on my name because I was reading instead of paying attention in class. My sixth grade teacher told my mother that I finished my work too quickly and then all I would do is read in class. She said it like it was a bad thing. Never mind it was a rinky-dink 1A country school that had the curriculum for slugs. My mother told the teacher in a kinda polite way to fuck off. 

I was the fat kid. Hell, I still am the fat kid. Reading was my escape. I make it sound like I was tortured. But really, no. Sure, in grade school I was teased, but I had friends, good friends. But my best friends were written on pages that never laughed at or judged me. 

(To be continued.)

Awkward Blog Post

Well, this is awkward.

I haven’t posted in so long I feel like a blogging noob again.

But now that we are graciously moving past the topic of my absence (it was a good absence. A hard working one. Filled with procrastination and… things *shifty eyes*)

I’m working on getting Niko in print!!! XD XD

I’m super happy, super nervous, super sure that I’m going to make a mistake, and super in love…

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