M.C. Frank's Blog, page 77

scandireader:I suppose I’ll have to get bookshelves at s...

scandireader:

I suppose I’ll have to get bookshelves at some point but I actually quite like this look :-)

zanephiri:Currently trying to get SO to watch Arcane.

zanephiri:

Currently trying to get SO to watch Arcane.

obsession-beats-desolation:“Yesterday, I spent 60 dollar...

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“Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,took the bus home,carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartmentand cooked myself dinner.You and I may have different definitions of a good day.This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,worked 60 hours between my two jobs,only saw the sun on my cigarette breaksand slept like a rock.Flossed in the morning,locked my door,and remembered to buy eggs.My mother is proud of me.It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale” with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”But she is proud.See, she remembers what came before this.The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.These were the bad days.My life was a gift that I wanted to return.My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.Depression, is a good lover.So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.Today, I slept in until 10,cleaned every dish I own,fought with the bank,took care of paperwork.You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,but I don’t speak for others anymore,and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.And my mother is proud of me.I burned down a house of depression,I painted over murals of greyscale,and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to liveBut today, I want to live.I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.I just cleaned my bathroom,did the laundry,called my brother.Told him, “it was a good day.””

— Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)

You know that moment when you search yourself on tumblr & your poem has 150,000 notes?

Wait…what? Ok.

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So grateful for all the stories I’ve written in 2021....

So grateful for all the stories I’ve written in 2021. Writing-wise, an unforgettable year.

I also published 5 books this year, and I am beyond grateful for that too, as well as for the lovely readers who are reading them. Without you, none of this would be possible 💕💕

6 more books are awaiting publication in the new year. Do I have this? I hope I do. Here goes… (at New York City, N.Y.)
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Bookhaul time 💕 #heavenofficialsblessing #bookhaul #bookish...

Bookhaul time 💕

#heavenofficialsblessing #bookhaul #bookish #booksforchristmas (at Heaven Official’s Blessing PH)
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neil-gaiman:Eight Rules For Writing – from a long ago pi...

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Eight Rules For Writing – from a long ago piece I wrote for The Guardian.

1 Write.

2 Put one word after another. Find the right word, put it down.

3 Finish what you’re writing. Whatever you have to do to finish it, finish it.

4 Put it aside. Read it pretending you’ve never read it before. Show it to friends whose opinion you respect and who like the kind of thing that this is.

5 Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong.

6 Fix it. Remember that, sooner or later, before it ever reaches perfection, you will have to let it go and move on and start to write the next thing. Perfection is like chasing the horizon. Keep moving.

7 Laugh at your own jokes.

8 The main rule of writing is that if you do it with enough assurance and confidence, you’re allowed to do whatever you like. (That may be a rule for life as well as for writing. But it’s definitely true for writing.) So write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I’m not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.

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weltenwellen:

Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh

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People: What do you do for a living?

Me: What i want.

Oop

While acknowledging the truth of the original statement, sometimes it’s just cool to know what other people do. (I am a boring corporate drone, I am fascinated by people who aren’t.) That said, if you judge people as “less than” because of their job, you’re an asshole.

@elizabethgraves speaking the truth out here!!

I couldn’t agree more, you wouldn’t believe how often I get looked at like im trash cuz I work in the construction industry.

Somebody on medium had a very interesting take on this question. They weren’t being fully serious, but the take was interesting nonetheless. The article was called “How to Be Polite”:

Here’s a polite person’s trick, one that has never failed me. I will share it with you because I like and respect you, and it is clear to me that you’ll know how to apply it wisely: When you are at a party and are thrust into conversation with someone, see how long you can hold off before talking about what they do for a living. And when that painful lull arrives, be the master of it. I have come to revel in that agonizing first pause, because I know that I can push a conversation through. Just ask the other person what they do, and right after they tell you, say: “Wow. That sounds hard.”

Because nearly everyone in the world believes their job to be difficult. I once went to a party and met a very beautiful woman whose job was to help celebrities wear Harry Winston jewelry. I could tell that she was disappointed to be introduced to this rumpled giant in an off-brand shirt, but when I told her that her job sounded difficult to me she brightened and spoke for 30 straight minutes about sapphires and Jessica Simpson. She kept touching me as she talked. I forgave her for that. I didn’t reveal a single detail about myself, including my name. Eventually someone pulled me back into the party. The celebrity jewelry coordinator smiled and grabbed my hand and said, “I like you!” She seemed so relieved to have unburdened herself. I counted it as a great accomplishment. Maybe a hundred times since I’ve said, “wow, that sounds hard” to a stranger, always to great effect. I stay home with my kids and have no life left to me, so take this party trick, my gift to you.

This strikes me as an excellent trick for introverts, because it invites the speaker to vent about their job and keeps us from having to talk.

I saw something the other day about how it can be rude to ask what people do, so instead you should ask, “How do you occupy your time?”

You could also ask, “What are you passionate about?”

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