We all need anxious puppies in our lives.

I'm in NYC today, where it is gross, rainy, and cold, but that makes for the perfect writing weather. I'm deep in the editing phase with the novel I've been working on and things are feeling good. I got some really great feedback on it and now I'm running in this new, fresh direction and making progress in a way that feels like I can actually tell people that I'm working on it. Before I used to say I was working on it and what I meant was that I was staring at it a lot. Now I actually am working on it. Yay for honesty!

In other news... Fiancé sent me this video today and it made everything instantly better than it already was. I hope it does the same for you, even if you don't have an anxious puppy.

"Hey! You're Great! I love you! ...Too much?" or "A Midwesterner in New England's Court."

I get teased a lot for being such a friendly Midwesterner. I never really noticed it until I moved to New England where everyone is very into their privacy and conversations are minimal with strangers. Thankfully, I work in retail, so my sunny disposition is a skill rather than a nuisance, and it ends up working in my favor, but if I didn’t have books to sell, I don’t know what I’d do with myself. I just like talking to people. I like hearing their stories and what they have to say, and I genuinely believe that if you’re nice to others and take an active interest in people, they’ll either return the favor or pay it forward (or both, if things go really well!), and that’s something I can be proud of. As someone at work put it, “everyone is Emelie’s best friend.”

Now, don’t get me wrong, I have my bad days and I have my bad moments during my good days when I’m not as nice as I could have been or I say something truly awful and stupid to or about someone, and I almost always feel remorse over those moments. I do get annoyed with people and there are people who I just don’t like or don’t get along with, but I’d like to think that I give everyone an honest shot before deciding whether or not I like them. I do my best to be nice to every cashier and every barista – after all, coffee is my lifeline and if I’m not nice to the barista, things could end up very poorly for me – and I try and make sure that each customer who walks into the bookshop knows that I’ve seen them and that I’m happy to help them find a book if they need me. A lot of that has to do with my job, yes, but I think that it’s mostly just in my nature. I just happened to find the career that works best with my personality.

So, yeah, when I answer the phone, my voice goes up an octave, and when I ask how you’re doing, I really do want to know. It’s not forced and it’s not fake; it’s just… happiness. It’s love. I operate out of a love for what I’m doing and for the people I’m talking to, and even if some think that it’s too much, I’m not going to stop. I am nice. I am happy. And I’m unapologetic about it, because if any of that can transfer from me to you, then you bet your butt that I’m going to keep doing it.

Sorry, New England. You’ve got a loud Midwesterner in your midst and she’s here to stay.

It's not an unhealthy relationship, I swear.

So, a few weeks ago, my bestie (who has decided to go by  "John Hamm" on this blog for legal reasons) posted this on my Facebook wall with the message "Please take and report back to me":

Initially, my result was that John Hamm and I were Seth and Evan from Superbad. The following conversation happened in the comments of said Facebook posting:

JH:  Haha I got Romy and Michelle from Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion.

Me: What?? I like your view of our relationship way better. I'm gonna take it again and go with the answers I decided against for certain questions.

Me: BOOM.

Me: At first I answered "tearfully" for our fighting solutions... then I switched to "talk it out" ...to me? Same diff.

JH: To be fair, it's usually a fine combination of both.

Me: Exactly! Anyway, we're so much more like Romy and Michelle.

JH: I've never seen that movie, but from what I can tell it's accurate haha

Me: Same here! I'm thinking that we have a movie night? Over the phone?

JH: Done. Now I just have to acquire it.

Me: HOW IS IT NOT ON NETFLIX?!?

JH: I already checked, Netflix didn't even know it was a movie according to my search.

Me: Whoa, Netflix. Whoa.

JH: It ruins my life in more way than one.

JH: And no, I am not concerned that we are having a chat in the comments like it's instant message.

Me: Are you kidding me? This is already a future blog post. Working title: "John Hamm and I Aren't Afraid to PDA."

Me: It needs work, but it's there.

JH: Everyone who reads your blog is gonna be like, "What's all this stuff about John Hamm? I liked it better when she was writing about dog poop..."

Me: Yeah, but he hasn't shit himself in a while, so you're all I've got.