I’d just gotten a haircut. It’d been a while. I was a single creative writer with very little revenue sources. Sometimes my hair got a little crazy.
I went out with a friend. We ate at Joella’s Hot Chicken. He likes to play with my phone’s camera because mine is better than his. I asked him to take a picture and I pretended it was for an author bio.
I started a teaching job. Well, an assistant and soon-to-be-teaching kindergartners job. It’s hard. I have to wear a pin with an A on it. They call me Mr. Eric. They ask me why I walk in the rain. I say it’s because I like walking.
I’m talking to the bosses in the cities right now.
The bosses in the cities that are using public transportation, like buses and Ubers, and subways and trains if you’re so lucky. I’m not talking to the bosses of delivery drivers, truck drivers, or event planners. Well, unless those event planners don’t have to haul anything very often and primarily handle local businesses anyway; they don’t need vehicles either in bigger cities. But for everyone else, how sure are you that your employees need to have their own vehicle? Because honestly, they probably don’t. Not on most days. Continue reading
I graduated from college and moved into a new house with my boyfriend this week.
So, naturally, I’ve got a few loose ends to tie up. A few weeks ago, as I was cleaning my room for the move, I mentioned in my blog that I’d found some of my professor’s books that she let me borrow a few years ago. She thought they’d be good models for me to look at while I was working on one of my stories that year. I got busy and, long story short, didn’t read them. I’m moving away from campus to start my life with my English degree. I’m reading them and giving them back to her before I leave. The second novel in the stack of books is The Miniaturist, by Jessie Burton. This is my The Miniaturist review.
I’m normally pretty good at returning books.
I mean, I guess. I don’t borrow a lot of books. While cleaning up my room for my upcoming move off campus, I found some books that weren’t mine. They belong to one of my former professors. One of them is Sweetness #9, by Stephan Eirik Clark. I’m on a quest to finish reading it and other books so I can return them to my professor, who was kind enough to let me borrow it over 2 years ago. This is my Sweetness #9 Review.