Dating is easy.
Asker Anonymous Asks:
Is writing ever hard for you?
beca beca Said:

Of course it is. And I’m grateful for the struggle because otherwise how would I get the chance to progress?

Sometimes writing comes along with zero effort and the magic of that makes me feel kind of spiritual about it. I experience moments when so much of a story, of words and strings of them — they percolate in my head and getting it/them out isn’t really a choice. Like a brain dump.

Other times it’s an enormous struggle. I sit stunned at my open, glowing laptop and can’t get it out. I let myself do a limited number of OCD things in the meantime — like ferociously cleaning my apartment, baking something, going on a run.

However, you must have a ceiling on distracting activities you allow yourself before you sit the fuck down and get the fuck to work.

Because ultimately, I’ve never found writer’s block to be a naturally passing thing. It won’t die on its own. 

You have to break out the metaphorical sledgehammer and knock it down. To get started, you just have to write. Write anything. Write trash, stuff you will surely throw away before presenting it before any other eyes. Keep going. Eventually, it will stop being trash. Or you can look it over and refurbish it into not trash. You frankly gotta get going and although it’s hard, if you actually want to write, you’ll have to start somewhere with something. Anything.

CRYSTAL STILTS: Dark Eyes

I’ve been enlisted to DJ a Harry Potter-themed baby shower. Please send along any track suggestions at your convenience.

Good (madly late) morning.

Dating is easy.

Dating is easy.

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RIP standing desk efforts.

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DALIDA: Gigi L’Amoroso

I wanted to add a little of whining here re: this cool new zit, starting the day immediately having to think/read/write about and listen to Nickelback, not getting that dating ghostwriter job I wanted, etc. etc. etc. 

OK, all done now.

Good morning.

Dating is easy.

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I try to keep in email touch with my BFF teaching in South Korea. I sent her some YouTube links to French Montana and The Game, she sent me this.

I can’t tell if it’s an elaborate PSA to avoid drinks from strangers (not the worst idea to spread) or… what.

Dreamt about adopting kittens again last night.

Good morning.

Telemundo/ajumma robe game on lock, at least. Endless thanks to Yessica for recommending it.

Telemundo/ajumma robe game on lock, at least. Endless thanks to Yessica for recommending it.

Vulture let me write The 10 Weirdest Movies on Hulu Plus. Here’s an especially strange entry:

Hell Comes to Frogtown (1988)
Like an actually bad Troll 2. In a post-nuclear-warfare world, women run America. Among their servants is this dude called Hell. Among other crazy developments, like ladies being in charge (crazy!), humans have mutated so intensely in the wake of the fallout that infertility and extinction threaten the human race. Hell sets out to rescue a gaggle of fertile, non-mutant woman-humans from the froglike king of the mutants. But wait!! He can’t leave Frogtown because someone fixed a geo-sensitive bomb to his ding-dong. I don’t like the future.

Read the whole thing here, if yah wanna.