Today is the pub date of the paperback of Broken (in the best possible way) and I’m so excited and nervous because today people will be able to read the new bonus chapter and tonight I’m doing my first live tour stop in SO MANY YEARS. It sold out in two hours but I’ll beContinue reading “WRITING WITH PETS.”
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So where do we go from here?
This post peppered with medicinal kittens because smarter people are writing better things so I’m doing this instead. This was a lot of us the night of the election: If you’re like me you’ve been spending the last days feeling helpless and uncertain what to do. Some things are easy, like donating to causes that you feelContinue reading “So where do we go from here?”
Turning into a cat lady. Literally.
So, my friend sent me a picture of me with cats all over my head and it turns out that there’s an app that lets you paste cat’s faces over any flaws you want to hide. I find it very helpful because I can hide my face and add some text and then use itContinue reading “Turning into a cat lady. Literally.”
Just…no.
I got out of bed at 2am to pee but it was cold so I hurried back, but when I jumped back into bed the blanket got caught on something when I tried to yank it up toward me and so I ended up accidentally punching myself right in the face. And I just sat there, stunned for a minute, and thenContinue reading “Just…no.”
Good Luck Satan
Yesterday I went to a thrift store and I saw an old hand-embroidered tablecloth and I thought, Does that say “GOOD LUCK SATAN”? Then I looked closer and realized that no…no it doesn’t say that. It actually says “GOOD LUCK ON SATURN”. Which makes…slightly more sense? Then I unfolded it and realized it says: “GOODContinue reading “Good Luck Satan”
National Dress Your Cat Up Day
It seems like it was JUST National Dress Your Cat Up Day but I guess it’s here again. Let’s celebrate, motherfuckers.
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Personalizing stacks of books today and having lots of feelings. So many people send my books to others who are struggling. They ask me to write specific notes to their loved ones and the requests are so beautiful that I want to share them but I won’t bc it seems too personal. But just between you and me, if you’ve written something lovely to someone you love and I get to transcribe it for you I feel very lucky bc your words touch me as well. I am warmed by your fire.
Apparently two of my books were used without permission to train generative-AI systems. So, that sucks.
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