Since I am due to have quite a few works released this year, I am tacking them onto my pinned post. Please see my comments and maybe you'll find a read that interests you.
To clear things up, menstruation is not like peeing. At all. And breastmilk doesn't slosh inside the breasts. For anyone surprised by that, please don't vote.
A male business professor told his students that women should wear light colors to appear non-threatening. My creative writing classmate (a woman) in his class went out and bought an all-black, goth-styled suit, because that is how is the ONLY way to deal with the patriarchy.
I work with a woman who has been at this library for 49 years. Yes, almost five decades working all the library things. She told me today I am very good at my job, that I am meant to be at a library.
Forget a humble brag. I want y'all to know, the OG librarian gave me a 🌟.
My adult daughter has (finally) been diagnosed with autism. To celebrate, she made beautiful collages of the tags she cut from her clothing. They hang proudly on her living room wall.
My kids are so f*cking perfect.
I got the job! 🥳
It's a different position at the same library with zero pay increase, but better hours for me. I will be in charge of acquisitions.
First they gave me keys to the library. Then they gave me the credit card. 🫠
8 months of one awful thing after another happen. Today, something possibly very good is being set up for me. I'm crossing fingers, tossing spilled salt over my shoulder, counting my blessings in order to appease the universe.
I've done the hard work. Please let this happen.
No volume control.
Can't stop shaking.
People keep telling me to breathe.
Ain't gonna happen anytime soon because I got my first request for a FULL MANUSCRIPT!
#writerslife
#WritingCommunity
#sofreakinghappy
I was once told by a psychiatrist who was supposed to help me that there was no way I could suffer from severe depression as I was able to put on a nice dress and wore makeup. That it couldn't be "that bad."
This was 3 years ago.
I am still angry.
My 14yo son broke me a bit last night.
14: We're weird.
Me: Yeah, but how do you mean?
14: Kids my age don't like their parents. They don't want to talk with them. We're not like that. I like my mom.
Y'all better be crying with me. I don't need to go through these feels alone.
The only thing unrealistic in romance novels is usually the billionaire who is stunningly handsome. Have you ever seen the billionaire style? Attractiveness is subjective, but....
I used to be 284lb, but have lost 130lb and had 2 surgeries for skin. My weight was a trauma response, & thru 4 years of hard work, I finally have gotten to a better place with it.
Today, I like my body. Today, I like me.
Never thought I'd get here.
54 weeks ago, I started writing. I decided at 38yo I needed to follow a dream.
Today, my friend took a pic of me holding up an email confirming receipt of my first query submission for my novel.
5yo asked when am I too old to follow my dream.
Me: Never.
#writerslife
#proof
I'm a good fucking writer. This is not a vain post. This is not a clap for me post. This is a declaration into the void that I see my skills, my growth. I see me and I am a good fucking writer.
My boyfriend is challenging my choice to make burgers for breakfast. Sir, I am neurodivergent and fiercely attached to satiating my cravings. Burgers with coffee it is!
Seeing Willie Nelson trending, because he's still kicking up a storm in the chill, yet impactful way that only he can is the best way to start a Sunday morning.
I read a bunch of the other QT on this. According to the trolls, I am ulgy, a nerd, no one would want me, and I will die alone, because I am *ALL* the things on that dream app. Oh, and I look like this in a bikini. Pity no one likes book worms.
A dating app, but for finding a partner who owns more than 400 books, visits their local library multiple times, goes to events at independent bookshops, and whose life goal is to live in a castle with a library with hidden passages and a rolling ladder
My son's teacher has quite a few damaged books in her classroom library. I have learned this, because 9 has brought a steady flow of books home for me to repair, handing them to me w/a beaming smile. "Here's another one!"
I never thought book repair is how I would be a cool mom.
It took one email to make every rejection email worth it.
One of my shorts has been ACCEPTED for online & print publications. I'm over the freaking damn moon about it! Today is an amazing What Is My Life? kind of day!
*details when they're allowed
#WritingCommunity
I... just won a poetry contest for the first poem I have ever queried. I will get some prize money, there's a ceremony, and my name goes onto a plaque at the university where I work.
WHEN I TELL YOU TO SHOOT YOUR SHOT, I MEAN SHOOT YOUR SHOT!
*happy cries*
Reading a romance with a 6'6 alpha male and a 5'2 creative female.
They close in on one another.
Eye to eye.
Chest to chest.
Crotch to crotch.
Um, what are these people's measurements again? I'm confused.
16 asked for pocket notebooks to write down words she reads but doesn't know. Then she adds the definition after she looks it up. I decided to try this. I have learned:
1. There are so many words I don't know
2. My 16yo is a fascinating creature & I need to learn more of her ways
I am in a library and am not allowed to scream, but...
I GOT AN ACCEPTANCE!
Not only that, I got an acceptance with an absolute gush from the editor about loving my story.
*screams in library and does not give af*
In the restroom, a young mother was struggling w/her infant after changing their diaper. I asked her, "Do you need me to hold your baby so you can pee?" because who the f- knows why.
She handed me her child, because who the f- knows why.
Maybe we're just all in this together.
Yesterday, I was informed that I'm of an age when my kids are supposed to think I'm not cool or I'm parenting wrong. I asked my daughters about this.
20: Mom, you're cool. You're a punk librarian, ffs. You also listen to & respect us. I *brag* about my cool mom.
(1/2)
Question: Are you the same person on Twitter are you are in real life?
Me: No. Sometimes I say things that use more than 280 characters and I rarely say "hashtag."
🤷♀️
#IAmMe
School called to tell me that 13 will have a detention due to bullying a girl for her financial situation. When I asked for some details for my follow-up conversation w/my son, I was informed 13 said, "You're a rich bitch whose money is why there is evil in the world."
Um...
After starting this program, I divorced a man after 22 years of marriage, went through dating hell, got into academic politics, started a 2nd BA program in creative writing (4.0 gpa), had to learn a new position at work, & raised my 4 kids.
Lovelies, I fucking earned this. 🎓
Me:
Wanna go cabin camping?
My kid:
Cottages in the woods are where the fairies live. Cabins in the woods are where you get murdered.
Me:
😳
#WritingCommunity
My children do not instigate. They do not recklessly fight. They stand up and stand for things, like protecting their friends. Like not taking shit from bullies.
I am raising shields.
My son is suspended from school and I am fucking proud.
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I woke up, started coffee, took a shower, then climbed back into bed with a book and a cup of java. This is the Sunday routine that gives me back my breath.
My movers yesterday said, "Who actually reads anymore?" while assisting me in moving 9 bookcases of books. My sirs had never seen 3 women (me, bestie, & 16) whip their heads so fast to explain that people do, in fact, read.
That moment will live in my head rent-free for yrs.
Hey. Hey!
I sold my first short story of the year, one which, for 3 years, has been constantly praised but hadn’t found a home. It found a home.
*straightens writer's crown*
It was heartbreaking to discover that the library's copy of Coraline by
@neilhimself
had been lost. But today, a patron stopped by after staying away due to the pandemic and she RETURNED THE BOOK!
I literally whooped with joy at its return.
(Patron owes $0 in late fees/fines)
A woman who reads about 200 books a year read one of my short stories. She hunted me down at work to tell me how much she loved it and that I'm a talented writer.
You know what? Thank you.
I am aware that I am a mess. But this Friday... my university is honoring me during a ceremony for my poem, which was selected to be registered with the Academy of American Poets. It was the first time I ever sent my poetry out into the world.
Be the mess. It's glorious.
As someone raised by lapsed Catholics, please know that every time I read or hear, "May the Fourth be with you," my inner voice automatically responds, "And also with you."
As of today, I have officially lost 130 lbs to earn my perfect-to-me body. A little more to go. A little more strength to form.
But hell yes! I'm proud of me. It's an incredible feeling.
#WelcomeToMyFire
I met a man on Twitter who has been incredible to me. Weirdly respectful, considerate and compassionate about my SV victim past, and overall a redemption of men to me. Tomorrow, he plans to drive 800 miles & cross borders just to meet in-person.
The dude got a passport for us.
I got hit on today. Like, in-person. This may seem whatever to you, but I swear no one has legit hit on me in-person in 20 years besides my husband, so it's a very big deal to me. I'm still stunned it happened. People genuinely don't notice me like that.
That library job I thought I was under qualified for and then turned down due to childcare issues. Well, they emailed me hour options that work and a contract for hire is coming.
THIS is why you advocate for yourself, even when you have doubts.
Just gotta say that I'm incredibly annoyed at how people commented on my post about the boyfriend coming to meet in-person. Y'all think I'm incapable of vetting someone. I may be a "woman on the internet," but I'm competent, intelligent woman who risks appropriately.
@Nicoleseelig
Because a woman in soft or muted colors will be seen as "feminine," and therefore, she is not a threat. It's bullshit and a misogynistic way to teach.
Today, I received a rejection for a flash piece. The publisher sent a personalized email that complimented my style and the story, but said it wasn't a fit for their publication.
This is a win as far as I'm concerned and I'm going to enjoy it.
#writerslife
#amquerying
WE WANT AN EDIT BUTTON.
WE WANT AN EDIT BUTTON.
WE WANT AN EDIT BUTTON.
WE WANT AN EDIT BUTTON.
WE WANT AN EDIT BUTTON.
WE WANT AN EDIT BUTTON.
WE JUST WANT AN EDIT BUTTON.
Not Super Followers.
EDIT. BUTTON.
A guy slid into my dms, asking if I had an OnlyFans account. I turned the tables & asked about his reading habits. Now, he sends me pics of his farm animals & I send him videos of me juggling potatoes. When I say my relationships are weird, I mean, MY RELATIONSHIPS ARE WEIRD.
Today is the day when I will receive an award for my poem. My friend is spoiling me by attending the ceremony, then taking me out for dinner. I get registered with The Academy of American Poets. This whole thing is a wishlist moment for me. I appreciate every second of it.
Since the divorce, most of my pictures got left behind. For the kids. Due to space at my new place.
My kids reframed in smaller sizes all of their pictures taken with Santa. All of them. I have a collection of memories and I can't stop crying at how much they love me.
Ma'am, you have unresolved issues if men expressing emotions turns you away from them. REPRESSION is unsexy. Toxic & dangerous. It forms distrust, manipulative tactics, & fear.
A man who expresses his heart--broken or whole--is sexy af.
It has been 5 months since I have been able to write anything substantial and almost a year since I wrote in my novel.
But tonight, bitches, I have written!
12 got suspended from school for fighting. When I got the calls from the school (there were several), I was first worried about 12's health. Then the other child's.
Then I asked what happened. Then I got pissed and proud.
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I post a bikini pic along with a note that I'm a book nerd. Then there are the immediate follows... Y'all. Contextually read, please! I am primarily a book nerd, and to that end, I'm going to offer you a loving nag to go renew your library card, THEN USE IT.
Had certain people (men in my life) tell me how wrong I am running my own life and how they are incapable of emotional support.
Vodka emotionally supports me tonight.
I had to file a police report for something today. As the cop and I were ending the call, he said, "Okay. Love you. Bye."
This shall be the sign-off I will now replay in my head for the next year, wondering if he heard what he said.
What is the stupidest thing you can't unremember?
Mine: My dad wanted me remember a phone number off a billboard & we had no paper or pen. It's been 30 years, but if anyone needs to call Backyards of America, the phone number is (847)359-7250.
*went out of business years ago
Twitter may be a dumpster fire, but I'm not okay tonight and there is a person I met on here who has my back like no one else. We would never have met aside from this platform.
For this blessed miracle, I am grateful for a dumpster fire.
I am not and have not been okay for a few days now, but my kids are around, so I will high function and mask to protect them. Trying to move slowly, remain quiet until I can feel okay again. 💜