Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 52

1. I am once more sitting at the lake (yes, in my car). It’s warm this time, and the lake is very blue, though it admittedly looks a lot more turquoise through my sunglasses. (Do you ever take your sunglasses off and are suddenly disappointed at the actual color of everything? Like excuse me, someone … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 52

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 51

(I feel like I should have made an Area 51 joke in this post or talked about aliens or something) 1. I’m not writing in my usual spot today. I’m sitting at the lake. Well, I’m sitting in my car in a parking lot looking at the lake. I can see the city of Cleveland … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 51

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 48

Sometimes clichés are true. That writers are hermits who don't get enough sun. Cause apparently I have a Vitamin D deficiency (pause: please don't worry, everything is being taken care of and I am fine). My doctor said, "We don't want you getting rickets." Ah, yes, rickets. I could get rickets like a poor child … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 48

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 47

1. Red Heart, Ice Mountain is done. What a monster. I finished at 145k words (we're gonna talk about the egregious length in a second) and totally rushed that ending but I JUST WANTED TO GET IT DONE. I've been working on this straight for almost four months. And I really wanted to start working … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 47

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 46

1. If I see Peter Pan misquoted as saying "to live will be an awfully big adventure" one more time I will actually go banana balls. The quote is incorrect and entirely loses the spirit of the moment and the spirit of Peter Pan himself. The correct version is, "To die will be an awfully … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 46

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 45

Me reading: ah yes, the trope of the quiet YA protagonist and her bubbly best friend. #SeenIt #SoTypical Me thinking a moment later: Oh wait. I am the trope. I'm the quite person who's closest friends always end up being extroverts. *has existential crisis* 2. Found this gem in my blog post drafts: I come … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 45

Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 44

Dead Man's Curve. The legend. The myth. The moniker. The infamous curve on interstate 90 in Cleveland, OH. While we're all speeding through downtown at 65mph (of course there are those with death wishes hurtling pass at 75mph), suddenly: yellow signs! Lights! 35 mph! Because out of flipping nowhere a curve barely short of 90 … Continue reading Saturday Morning Post, Vol. 44