I’ve been thinking a lot about mental health lately. You can blame the crappy weather or the books I’ve been reading (apparently, a non-fiction book about suicide doesn’t exactly put one in the happiest headspace, but whatever.) So, I’m going to recommend some stuff while also talking a little bit about mental health. That’s all the structure I’ve got. Deal with it. Continue reading “Some Thoughts On Books and Mental Health and Podcasts”
In the interest of trying new things, here is a book review by me, someone who has never written a book review before. Even if you don’t read my book review, you should go read this book. My kindle said it would only take 1 hour and 27 minutes to read. No excuses.
Among other things, I am bad at giving presents. Truly the worst. Like most things, it sends me into an existential panic greatly disproportionate to the task at hand. As soon as it is time to give someone a present (Christmas, birthdays, life events) it is like I can no longer even imagine any products in the world or any facts about the person in question. Suddenly, even though I’ve known Katie my whole life, I’m all like, “Well, Katie…has arms. Maybe she’d like some….arm stuff?” Continue reading “How to Give the Perfect Gift (Will Not Be Answered In This Post)”
As a writer, it’s pretty easy to take yourself too seriously. I mean, no one else is going to do it for you. “Oh, you think my Creative Writing Degree is a joke, well I’ve read Proust in three different languages. Tell me more about your job at Soul Crushing Inc.”
(Disclaimer: The writer of this blog post does not claim to have actually read Proust in any of the languages.) Continue reading “Book Shame: Or, the Time I Brought Infinite Jest to the Beach.”