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I read David Levithan’s Every Day over spring break, mostly because I wanted to read something that no one was telling me to read, but also because it counts for the YALSA/The Hub Reading Challenge. I am weeks behind on that, but I want to do it even though I have no time to do it, and I had Every Day on my shelf from when I got it at the YA Literature Symposium, so there you go. Check one off the list.
Anyway (now I’m going to assume you’ve read the book or can look up a summary elsewhere, because I HATE when people talk about books almost exclusively in plot summary, and I just want to talk about one particular thing), one of the things A talks about a lot is how ze (s/he) sometimes falls into a body where ze can just be passive all day, not do anything to further that person’s life goals or even to do a lot of basic things that person does on a regular basis. Ze just takes things as they come and barely responds to them.
It got me thinking about how I read things. Continue reading
I’m trying this thing where I talk less. Actually, where I do lots of things less, like eat and drink and spend money, but the point here is that I’m trying to talk less, especially the blathering variety.
It’s hard. It’s always been hard for me not to talk, even when doing so makes me feel uncomfortable and embarrassed, and even when I spent my entire life being laughed at or made fun of or disliked for it. For someone who’s shy, I do a lot of seemingly outgoing things, but it’s generally an effort to hide something or to appear confident when I’m not.
Anyway. So I’m trying not to just say word vomit, and that means also trying not to just post here to post.
That’s kind of why I’m starting to like Tumblr, since the whole point is to be pithy, but unlike Twitter, you don’t have to be funny.
I miss music. My stint in the Simmons a cappella group didn’t last long, and I really miss choir from college. But strangely, what I miss most is piano. It was my first instrument, but once I discovered that I could sing and that I loved it, I started thinking of it as secondary. And given that I’ve always had a problem with accompanying myself and singing at the same time (I have relative perfect pitch; rhythm is something I’m not awful at but have to actually actively apply my cognition to), I’ve sadly never been able to realize my dreams of being a YouTube-discovered indie piano pop superstar à la Ingrid Michaelson. (By the way, taking suggestions for activities to improve that cognitive skill, or for books that explain how it works and how I can get better.)
Missing music is kind of a crutch and a cop-out, though, because between crit/scholarly stuff, creative writing, and music, they’re always at odds with each other for position as my NUMBERONEFAVORITETHINGFOREVERANDEVERAMEN, and generally I am always required to be working on one, desiring to be working on another, and then missing the third and thinking that my life would be perfect if only I could be doing that instead. I have to do school, and the write-a-thon (plus my new writing stint that I will be starting soon at Paper Droids and some guest posts at other blogs coming up) says that I should be writing (as should my jealousy of how many friends of mine are getting published before I am), so of course I want music. And there’s absolutely no possibility for balance between the three right now, because my life just doesn’t have that kind of leeway in it. Continue reading