Yay!
I wrote 50k words this month and it feels hella good. To celebrate, I am staying in tonight, eating lamington ice cream and playing video games. This is the life!!
I'm also particularly happy with how it actually went this year. As I've said before, I'm a serial pantser. But all that pantsing paid off this time round, as halfway through writing myself in circles I was suddenly afflicted with *inspiration*. Now I'm legit interested in my story, I've got more ideas for it, and even better, it's not anywhere near finished which means it should be a good length when it finally is. Hurrah!
I wore this outfit the other day to see my kewl friends Shit Sex play. I was feeling special so I even did fakey eyelashes, which is unusual for me. For some reason I end up completely dressed up for random casual things like work and a gig, but when some real occasion comes up I'm running late and staying somewhere and barely have any makeup to work with. W/e! Life is fun. This outfit was inspired by my new fave girl, Becky G, in her video Shower. I even did all the makeups but I don't know how to photograph that so you'll have to take my word for it.
Uhhhh those are my new docs. I will quote my Nana, who said, "I know why you had to buy those shoes. They're an extension of you." She knows what it's all about.
Now for the rest of the year I've gotta quickly get another Moss Piglet out, gather the relevant presents and hopefully get some sleep-ins at some point.
I'm flying through books this year too. I recently finished both The Summer We Got Free by Mia McKenzie and I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou. Both amazing writers, WOC and telling stories that more people need to hear in order to understand the experiences of specifically black people in America. Especially in the light of Ferguson. If more people read books like these they might be less ignorant and racist. You would hope, anyway. That Rookie roundup was perfect.
Now I'm reading Wetlands. It is both digusting and amazing. I can't wait to finish and watch the movie. It's both relatable and so extreme at the same time. I'm just so glad someone wrote a book about the stuff people do in private. It's so refreshing for it to be out in the open. Especially reading it on the tram, I get a kick (in the same way I think the main character, Helen, would) thinking about people catching sentences about period sex and butt cleaning accidentally.
Books are the best.