(Can I tell you a little story before while we do this? I know I said I was gonna talk about books but I mean obviously I’m also tryna talk about myself…)
Sooo, I’m in Tacoma at RWW. I just found out I got April as my mentor and I am as stoked as humanly possible. I feel I got the perfect mentor for me. And she and I, we’re both a little bit awkward (lovably, maybe?) and we were supposed to have a quick meeting discussing our upcoming mentorship year. And I’m nervous, cause she’s brilliant and stunning and aloof and cool. And then we spend two hours in a wine bar talking about writing and she gives the most beautiful impression of dating a novelist that I have ever heard. I am happy. This is going to be a good year.
And I also had just bought a lot of books! Hers included. She decided I should start with a couple of those, since I already have them. Anyway, that’s the story of how I became a devoted fangirl of April Ayres Lawson and then had to submit a critical passage on April Ayres Lawson’s short story collection TO April Ayres Lawson. Grad school. Good shit. Anyway… Read More
I can’t believe I’m coming on six months into my graduate program! On Monday, I’m going to be mailing in my third packet of work. I wanted to take a minute to explain how that works. I gave a list of books I’d like to read* to my mentor and she assigns me three books a month. Typically, two are from my list and one is her suggestion. For the mailing, I send back one short story as well as a critical response paper (CRP) for each book. It’s a good amount of work and keeps me rather busy. Because it’s so much of my life, I wanted to find a way to share it. I get asked a LOT what I even do for a creative writing degree. I had thoughts of sharing those critical responses on here, but I assume most people aren’t interested in that kind of analysis AND no one will want to read the book once I give everything good about it away!
Instead, I decided to go for a more general Monthly Wrap. I’ve also been sharing the individual mini… (reviews, maybe? I wouldn’t necessarily call it that because I don’t rate them or tell too much about what they’re about. I just share what I liked about them and call it a day. Response is maybe a better word?) responses to each book on my new Bookstagram, @Tabithatypes. I’m a few months behind, but that ain’t no thang. September Wrap is coming up soon. Stay tuned!
I took a Shakespeare and Film class in college. We were studying Much Ado About Nothing (a personal fave) when a student asked how to know if a play is a tragedy or comedy. My professor gave a definition that blew my mind in it’s simplicity: Typically, a tragedy will end in a death and a comedy ends in wedding.
As simplified as it was (it was a general ed class with maybe two english majors other than me), it’s not a bad way to differentiate. He also said that most people prefer tragedies because they mimic real life. It’s nice to stop at the wedding before anything else bad can happen. It’s nice to distract from the realization that all of our plays will eventually end as tragedies. As I get older, though, I appreciate those comedies more and more. Here’s why. Read More
I always come back to this poem in my mind. I found it in the beginning of my favorite book, The Time Traveler’s Wife, by Audrey Niffeneger. And, you know, since I am currently finding myself unable to do all the writing that needs to be done, instead I’m feasting on this bright and beautiful year in which so much bad and scary has happened to the world and so much good and happy has happened to me. It’s a lot of feels. Read More
Something horrible happened this year. I missed Halloween. I never miss Halloween. I begin to plan my costumes somewhere around July, and even if I didn’t, I have a whole list of yet-to-be-done costumes (Satine from Moulin Rouge and Winnifred Sanderson from Hocus Pocus, I’ll come for you one day). Dressing up is my absolute favorite thing in the world, pretty much. I LIVE FOR THIS AND I’M REALLY NOT EVEN BEING THAT DRAMATIC. This year, though, there’s a lot of stuff in the works. Starting school and transitioning jobs and moving (!!!) and bridesmaid duties kept me from preparing. The other problem? The wedding was Halloweekend and Halloween was on a Tuesday… Gone are the days of Halloweekend beginning with a thursday night Phi Delt party and ending Sunday at formal meeting. These days, we sleep. We get up early. We completely miss the whole dang thing.
Which got me thinking about college Halloweens. Read More
*as demonstrated by this super-high-quality-photo-in-the-bar-we-went-to-every-night
I feel I should start by prefacing this by saying that RWW brought with it a huge sense of community, which in writing is soooooo important. Writing is a pretty personal and essentially lonely process. But, good writing? It takes other people. Other minds. Someone that sees what you’re trying to do, catches your references, challenges your ideas, praises you when you deserve it, and all that good stuff. Read More
I'd had plans for my next post. It was a follow-up to this post detailing some of the fun things I've gotten to do lately, how I've been coming out of my cage and I've been doing just fine, ultimately proving my last post to just be a humble brag about how guys, come on, you know I'm actually sort of fun. But, these things come and go. Maybe I'll still write that post one day? Should I?
For now, the impossible to ignore is this: I am writing in a dorm in Tacoma, Washington. The grad program I wrote about getting accepted into here is finally happening! But it's a little weird, so let me explain. Read More
Weird realization: I’m good at having fun on accident. I’m good at looking like I’m having a good time. I’m not very good at having fun on purpose.
The thing is I have shit to do, you know? So planning to do fun things takes arrangements and that stresses me out. Life lately has been a lot and I’ve been a mess, but I’ve been doing a lot of fun things. I needed a reminder of that. Kinda makes the crazy feel doable and worth it. That’s a way I’ve never really looked at fun (which is sorta sad, but alas).
Anyway, I’m gonna go get ready for more fun stuff and then I’ll write about it someday maybe.
I have a love-hate relationship with being a bridesmaid. I’m kind of a grump about weddings in a way that completely doesn’t make sense with who I am as a person. I can romanticize pretty much anything. I love seeing people in love. I am extra as hell with my Pinterest projects. My family has been known to throw a party or two. Wouldn’t this seem like the right combination of characteristics to be pumped to be a bridesmaid? One would think. And, had my big sister or best friend NOT asked me to be up there on their big days, I probably still would have passive aggressively joined them at the altar. Still, when BFF announced excitedly to the group text the sweet reason she decided to move her wedding up a year, my bratty response was to snarkily act like she was ruining my life by making it the same year as my sister’s wedding (in my defense, I was in Downtown Fullerton and there was some alcohol involved…). Because, you know. Everything is about me. Read More