As a garden variety elder millennial, I’m listening to the new Panda Bear album. In my defense I’m not really enjoying it. It’s giving Beach Boys (derogatory). Ok actually I hate it, I had to turn it off. Now I’m listening to a Spiritualized album from 1992 that was recommended by a middle-aged Irish man on TikTok (my algo really gets me). Wait I actually kind of hate this too. Just gonna put on the writing mix I actually made for my literary agent when she was briefly living in a barn, hence the name, “barn tunes.” Now that that’s out of the way!
I really want to buy a jersey like the one Kris recently wore on the Kardashians. But apparently it’s like $1300? Ok I found a semi-similar one that was $100. Here are some other jerseys I would get if I were made of money and had a bigger closet.
Omg I’m supposed to be writing. I’m struggling with that whole thing. “Writing.” My agent is supposed to send back my latest draft today. I’m not telling you what it’s about because I’m superstitious! But I’m hoping she gives me tough edits because I need someone to kick my ass into gear.
At the beginning of the month, I started writing something new—mostly for lifeforce purposes. I came up with this Jane character last summer after I missed a dose of my Pristiq (it made me a little cuckoo, but also creative!). Jane actually appears in the novel I’m waiting on notes for, but she’s more of a side piece there. Then, in early March, I started writing in her voice again and thought, maybe this is its own book? But it fizzled after ~8,000 words. I still think the voice is fun, so I’m planning to read a chapter from it at my AWP readings.
I’m actually going to drop that chapter here for paid subscribers (pulling an Ottessa). Go off in the comments if you want me to write the whole thing. If the comments are silent, I’ll know the answer :)
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