Interlude: This and that

I had an ill-advised post-dinner cup of coffee and cannot sleep, so why not write a random update?

Just finished reading: You Know You Want This by Kristen Roupenian

I didn't read "Cat Person" when the story story originally went viral. It was all Twitter could talk about for a few days, but I think I had that same aversion that I have to watching Game of Thrones. I don't want to do it just because you told me to.

Originally, I saw this on Audible and was intrigued that my girl Aubrey Plaza is one of the narrators, but in the end I got this in hardcover. (The hardcover feels soooo nice. It has this velvety soft but ridged design that's a tactile delight.) I read a big chunk of this on a plane, including "Cat Person," which I now understand the hype about.

But it was also very grounded and relatable, an outlier in this collection of disturbing short fiction. Roxane Gay gave this a pretty harsh but accurate review. But joylessness aside, I enjoyed this one. It reminded me a lot of Chuck Palahniuk in how it mined the mundane for horror and reveled in shock value.

Spending a lot of time: Painting

I've been having a lot of fun experimenting with painting. My taste has changed a lot, so I've been repurposing old canvases from my early days with acrylic (not all of them — some of them I still enjoy) and heading to Michael's for more supplies every time I get a coupon. These are all over my house right now.

Watching: Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse

This isn't just the best superhero movie I've ever seen. It may be the best movie I have EVER seen. I keep trying to explain why it affected me the way it did. But I keep falling short and just fangirling. I sit in therapy every week and talk about some pretty heavy shit but crack jokes the whole time. Then I go in after seeing Into the Spider-Verse, and I don't get past saying the title of the movie before bursting into tears. This movie has ruined me.

P.S. The last two paintings above? My abstract odes to Gwen Stacy and Miles Morales. Get on my level, nerds.

Writing: Like it's my job

I got a bee in my bonnet after I bought a Passion Planner that I was going to finally finish my novel this year. Then a strange thing happened. I broke my goal down into a word count, then broke it down into daily chunks, and I've been crushing it. My goal is pretty modest, and some weeks I've fallen short. Turns out I'm not the type of writer who can stay focused while on vacation.

But when I do get into a flow, it's glorious. I feel like this story that I've been working on for years is finally coming together in a way that makes sense. It's so different from what it started as, because I'm so different. And I feel really good about where it's going.

The weirdest thing about writing it, though, is that I've found myself connecting a lot more to my hero than my heroine. I'm constantly in that character's head, despite having more in common on paper (har har) with my heroine than with him. But if the words are coming, why question that?

That's all for now. Here's hoping this lemon ginger tea does the trick.