I draw to keep my hands from destroying me

Coloring. But less stressful. (Yes, I am aware how ridiculous this sounds.)

Two unrelated things: First: This morning I got bit on the eye by an ant. And that was concerning, but more baffling was the fact that the ant managed to crawl all the way up to my eye before attacking. That’s, like, so much work for I-don’t-even-know-what-the-payoff-is. I can’t decide whether to be offended or impressed.Continue reading “Coloring. But less stressful. (Yes, I am aware how ridiculous this sounds.)”

Get thee to an independent bookstore.

Y’all, this Saturday is Independent Bookstore Day and to celebrate, participating indie bookstores have a bunch of cool stuff, and some are offering a thick, lovely poster of an exclusive drawing of mine. It isn’t in YOU ARE HERE and the numbers are very limited so this is the only way to get one. Click here to findContinue reading “Get thee to an independent bookstore.”

The one where I make it up to you and we get matching tattoos.

Hey. I’m still sick but I’m like 23% less mostly dead than I was and that is a HUGE improvement. And for sticking around I’m doing something (two things, technically) fun as a thank you. You’re welcome. First is something that my publisher is doing to say thanks….they’re giving away 25 Jenny Lawson In AContinue reading “The one where I make it up to you and we get matching tattoos.”

How to color outside the lines.

Hi. I’m terrified. I’m always slightly terrified because my anxiety disorder is a real asshole but it suddenly occurred to me that my book tour starts in a few days and I’ll be on the road for two weeks and this is always such a mix of amazingness and dread and fear and exhilaration, andContinue reading “How to color outside the lines.”

I’m barely moving and that’s just fine.

I’m working through this depression and finding more and more days where I’m feeling human. (WHOOOT!) Today is one of those days and it’s an incredible change from the one I had yesterday when Hailey came down for breakfast and was like, “Why are you laying on the kitchen floor?” and it seems pathetic to say I was tooContinue reading “I’m barely moving and that’s just fine.”

I’m still alive in here.

The last year has been hard for me. I have glimmers of myself. I have hours each day when I can smile. Some days I come out of the fog and feel the terrific relief from coming out of the underwater of depression or whatever it is that haunts me. I struggle through the dayContinue reading “I’m still alive in here.”