Guess who got her hands on the new series of unfortunate events novel, a few days before it hits stores!
It rocks to have a boyfriend in publishing.
I also know the title, and have seen the cover art (both of which are being hidden from the public until the very last minute). I unfortunately cannot share them with you, as there are certain legalities concerning these things (just like with the Harry Potter novels). I can’t even give you a review when I’m finished reading, but I can tell you whether or not I liked it.
But I will like it. So there’s not really going to be any mysteries spilled there.
Perhaps if you’re truly desperate to know, you can e-mail me for the details.
By now, you’ve probably heard of this “me you and everyone we know” movie that’s been plowing through the festivals for months now. I mostly ignored the hype until I landed on the Miranda July (the auteur of the movie - and by auteur I mean writer/actress/directer) website.
This girl is everything I look for in a role model. She’s smart, pretty and talented, and most very importantly, has one of the most awesome senses of style, ever. Just check out her blog for examples of her ingenius fashions.
Plus she has cute hair. There’s little I respect more in this world than a girl who can work a bob.
All this, and she’s an artist too.
The only bad thing I could possibly come up to say about her is that she’s a little bit overly thin, which isn’t overly attractive, even if it is overly fashionable. But being someone who was naturally overly thin growing up, I can deal with it.
So, she will be my role model in everything but eating habits.
I await the opportunity to screen this movie of hers.
I’m hitting a bit of creative block. I wish getting out of ruts were as simple as finding something inspiring, but I’m pretty sure my blocks are caused by a greater, more impenetrable problem. That of my brain, and it’s current condition.
Every now and then I descend into a fuzzy fog. I feel removed and disconnected from things. It’s hard to plan, or think, or create. It’s not as simple as being sad, it’s more like a few wires have jiggled loose, and I have to work harder to… well, work hard.
This is often accompanied by a headache or two. Thankfully, those have yet to hit me.
I’m hoping this is just a bit of exhaustion left over from a busy Thanksgiving spent with my family this weekend. Or it might be an on-coming flu.
I need to work on my portfolio, so I’m forcing myself to draw.
Which I hate to do, because the results are sloppy, uneven, and simply not as good as when my brain is not feeling like this.
But I know that practice (even when it seems pointless) is important. Even my sad, brain addled scrawls make me better in the long-run.
In a bout of “out with the old” I re-jiggered my inspiration/cork board. It was getting a bit cluttered and dusty.
The phrase “inspiration board” sounds so silly, but in reality it does indeed function as such. When I get bored of typing and clicking away, I look up and get rather mezmorized by pretty colours, and happy memories, and eventually inspired.
If you know, or have met me, you may indeed find little bit’s and peices of things you yourself have contributed to me have found their way up there.
