My friends think quite highly of me. Obviously.

A conversation I just had with a friend who we will call "Turtles McGee": Me: Is it weird if I go see Rosewater by myself?

Turtles McGee: I think that'd be pretty cool.

Me: Except my theater isn't playing it. :(

Turtles McGee:'d be weird to sit in the movie theatre alone pretending you're watching Rosewater.

Me: Um... that would be awesome. Let's be real. You know you would want to know more about that person.

Turtles McGee: I'd want to know what they thought of Rosewater.... and yeah, I'd probably get a cup of coffee with them.

Me: I'm just picturing myself sitting in an empty theater, staring at the blank screen for 2 hours and going through a wide range of emotions while eating popcorn.

Turtles McGee: That...actually sounds pretty standard for you.


In other news... there's a new Page Break episode. Watch it here:

NaNoWriMo Begins!

I've attempted NaNoWriMo in the past and failed. Maybe failed is the harsh term, but either way, I've never actually completed a novel. I've been working on the same book for the past few years on and off and I'm so ready to complete it. I don't want to be done with it in the sense that I want to wash my hands of it or anything, but I'm sick of listening to myself make excuses, so I've decided to do NaNoWriMo a little differently this year. Instead of taking the 30 days to write a 50,000-word novel from start to finish, I'm going to start at word 17, 787 and go from there. I'm going to use NaNoWriMo to freaking finish my novel. It's time to take all those notes and scraps of paper and post-its and actually apply them here and get this shit done.

It's going to be tough. I know that. I'm not one of those writers who just bleeds words and PRESTO!: There's a novel.


I'm one of those writers who whines and cries and bangs her head against the desk and constantly texts her friends saying "I can't do this."

That's the kind of writer I am.

But dammit, sometimes I even text myself back and say "YES YOU CAN! YOU'VE GOT THIS!" and then sad-me responds with "STOP TOYING WITH MY EMOTIONS AND JUST LET THIS DREAM DIE!!" and then the cool-me says "NO! KEEP GOING!" and it goes on like that for a while.

What's my point again? Oh yeah, I'm determined to finish my novel this month and I'm using NaNoWriMo (albeit in an unconventional way, but still) to do it and I hope you're all okay with that.

And if you aren't, well then I'll enjoy being a rebel in your eyes.

Are you doing NaNoWriMo? If so, leave a comment below with your NaNo name and I'll buddy you!

Happy writing, all!


In other news, here's the new Page Break episode, in which Cole does a book review of the new Garth Nix novel (yay!!) Clariel:

Three-Year-Olds are basically geniuses. I think that's the point here.

Hello, duckies! Sorry I disappeared last week. Sometimes it's nice to just take a vacation from the internet once in a while, you know?


Anyway, today is my nephew's third birthday and when I asked him what he wanted to do, this is the response I got:

Nephew: I want to eat pizza and cake!

Me: Good. Your priorities are so in the right place, buddy. I like the way you think.

Nephew: Yeah! Pizza and cake with Mormor and Morfar!*

Me: Oh man... Now we're talkin'! Mormor and Morfar? Pizza and cake? This sounds like the perfect celebration! What are you going to have on your pizza?

Nephew: ....... Cake!!

Me: ....... You're a friggin' genius, dude.


Also, thank you so much to those of you who watched and gave feedback on the latest Page Break video. There's a new episode up and you can check it out here!

Book lovers!! You're Needed!!!

So some of you know that in addition to this blog, I aim to entertain people on the internet via YouTube, but in a wildly different way. No, it's not porn.

It's books.

But Cole and I are looking at sort of revamping our show a little bit and we're looking for some serious feedback, so if any of you are book lovers (which I know so many of you are) we'd really, really, really appreciate hearing from you!

K thanks! I'll be back to doing real posts about how weird my life is on Monday!


This Superpower is USELESS.

So a really great thing happened to me today. I woke up and was all "Today is gonna be great!"

I made myself a full pot of coffee (duh) and some eggs and toast. I was all "Look at me go! Productivity! Real food!" I was totally ready for a day of writing blog posts and editing youtube videos for Page Break. This was going to be a great day.

The plan basically went like this:

  1. Wake up whenever your body decides to because today is your day off and you don't need alarms!
  2. Take Gio outside to pee and play.
  3. Make coffee and a real breakfast! Yeah!
  4. Have a skype date.
  5. Start laundry.
  6. Write a blog post.
  7. Edit Page Break video and post it to YouTube.
  8. Read so many books or finish season 2 of Orange is the New Black, depending on your mood.
  9. Go to a party for writers at the library! Wooo!!!

Talk about a great day, am I right?

I was doing so well, you guys. Everything was going according to plan. Until right after the skype date.

First it started with a slight headache, which then turned into a major migraine, and this baby did not show up alone. It brought along its friends, Nausea and Dizziness, to come and play!

Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all for a party, but this was not on my list. I like to stick to my lists.

To make matters worse, Fever decided to show up about an hour later. I guess his friends texted him and were all "Emelie's head is so much fun! Come play!!" and he was all "No way! I love that place! I'll be there as soon as I'm done with this game of tag at a child's birthday party!" (Side note: Fever sounds like a real friggin' creeper, doesn't he?)

Why did this happen, you ask? Well, it's pretty simple really: I have this issue with my spine: I was born with 1.5 extra vertebrae. When the doctor told me about this, I was all "I knew it. I'm a super hero. Where's the nearest major crime scene? I shall save EVERYONE."

Turns out it's a lot less awesome then one would think. Most days it just means that I have to concentrate on my posture a little more and that if I don't do my yoga, I'll regret it only slightly. I should also be seeing a chiropractor on a regular basis, but I haven't looked for one found one out here yet.

The really terrible part comes on days like today: Rainy days. Not all rainy days. Thunderstorms have no effect on me, which is great because I love thunderstorms. It's the days when rain is just kind of hanging in the air. Those overcast days where you're just like "WOULD YOU JUST RAIN ALREADY?!" Those days make my spine freak the heck out and then everything tenses up and it all concentrates on the right side of my neck and shoulder, which then disturbs this one nerve that runs from the base of your skull to right behind your eye and that's where the migraine feels most comfy. I don't know, maybe it's the spot in my head with the best view or the best couch or something. All I know is that it's like seven different ways of terrible.

So, because of this slight interruption in my day, my list was revised and looks like this:

  1. Untitled design (2)Wake up whenever your body decides to because today is your day off and you don't need alarms! (check!)
  2. Take Gio outside to pee and play. (check!)
  3. Make coffee and a real breakfast! Yeah! (check!)
  4. Have a skype date. (check!)
  5. Start laundry. Get hit by a bus full of awful.
  6. Write a blog post. Spend some time shakily going from your bed to the bathroom, praying that you don't puke everywhere.
  7. Edit Page Break video and post it YouTube. Be unable to swallow any pain meds without them coming back up.
  8. Read so many books or finish season 2 of Orange is the New Black, depending on your mood.  Vow to destroy every vehicle that drives SO EFFING LOUDLY PAST YOUR HOUSE.
  9. Go to a party for writers at the library! Wooo!!!  Finally stomach some Advil and water and fall asleep for some amount of hours, which probably could have been half an Orange is the New Black marathon.
  10. Wake up and find that Migraine thinks naps are lame, so he left, but he also took all my food and energy. That douche.

So yeah... that's when I decided to pull out my laptop and finally manage to stare at a bright screen again (with the brightness down to the lowest level possible without blacking it out completely) so that I could write to you all. Because getting this post up is more important than soup.

That and I have no soup.

UPDATE: I finished writing this blog post and was about to start proofreading when the dog puked behind the couch. I don't know if sympathy puking is a thing, but if it is, he's kind of the best and the worst.