Subjectivity is the name of the game, my friends. Who wants to play? I remember a few years ago, my Dad and I were watching the winter Olympics. Specifically, the ice dancing. Here's my recollection of the conversation we had. Dad: I don't like watching the ice dancing. (Who's surprised?) Me: Yeah, but it's so pretty. Dad: Not because of what it is,...
"I won't give up on us. Even if the skies get rough." And by us I mean me and my goals. (Yes, we're a thing. Work with me.) This is my short motivational speech for the day: I spent seven long years in school and FINALLY graduated last summer. Since then, I applied to so many jobs I couldn't even keep them straight....
It's no secret that writing is hard. Damn hard. And editing is even harder. While I continue making edits for TO SAVE MY LIFE, I'm trying really really hard not to *facedesk* every couple of minutes. One minute, I nearly sqee at how brilliant I am. Then, I'm cringing at my words. "What the hell does that even mean? People don't say those...
