100 Rejections Or, This Is What It is To Be A Writer

As someone who didn’t go on a date until she was eighteen, I’m pretty familiar with rejection. (Is a trip to the dining hall a date? What about hanging out in someone else’s dorm room? Based on some people’s “date” parameters, it is entirely possible that I’ve still never been on an actual date.) Continue reading “100 Rejections Or, This Is What It is To Be A Writer”

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People Like Lists, Right?

Anyone with anxiety knows that the biggest threat to composure is having time to think. As a general rule, I like to give myself as little time to “think” as humanly possible, assuming that, in this instance, “think” means “obsess.”

This means that sometimes when I’m driving, I can’t listen to music, because music only serves as a soundtrack to my anxiety. So instead of just imagining that the slightly wobbly looking tire of the man driving in front of me is going to somehow lead to a bloody heap of twisted metal and carnage, I imagine these things with a score by Rilo Kiley. Continue reading “People Like Lists, Right?”

Obligatory First Post

If you’re anything like me, you’ve spent most of your non-working, waking hours in a state of near constant panic. Does the joke you made in your Statement of Purpose make you seem crass? Did you accidentally forget to change the name of the school on your writing sample cover page? Did a hostile mail carrier toss your packet into the shredder instead of sending it off to Michigan?

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