I write novels for fun.
I'm going to share this with anyone who thinks that being a grad student is a.) a cushy job or b.) not a job at all. Because it's not true. I also really love this: "I’m confident and focused, and I don’t define myself by how people think of me. What people think of me is none of my business."
I like this. I want to share it on Facebook, but I don't want Facebook to know I'm single (or for how long).
This is my first week of grad school. Happening now. Thank you!!!
@Olympic Hopeful I don't remember what my admissions essay was about (yay for the Common App!), but I do know that my alma mater included this prompt a couple of years ago: "How do we get down from here?" The answers were... interesting. Some were pretty creative! Others were not.
My first thought was "but that's not the meaning of carpe diem!" *grumbles something about the misinterpretation of Horace's Odes and decontextualization of the final line of 1.11*
@iceberg She's coming to my college town, which I find hilarious because it's literally in the middle of nowhere. But she'll be there during a huge writers' conference. Writers with painted nails! It's perfect!
@Linette Oh my goodness, I could totally get away with naming my child Circe! (Aspiring classicist here.) And I wouldn't feel bad about that at all.
Now I want to go reread the Circe part of the Odyssey. Circe is the freakiest!
Did anyone think of this sketch from Liam Kyle Sullivan? http://youtu.be/iWG3kZNgJeU
On Dog Shadow
My dog Rosie passed away from cancer this summer. She was perky up until the end, even swimming in the lake and barking at the neighbor's dog the weekend before her death. She was very sick, though, and in a lot of pain. I miss her every day. I still have her brother, but it's strange to go from two dogs to one. She had all these places in our house and yard, and I always expect to see her there, thumping her tail.