This Wednesday’s word is: Corduroy (noun)
a thick cotton fabric with velvety ribs.
a thick cotton fabric with velvety ribs.
(of weather or a period of time) characterized by strong winds.
It is easy to forget that our internal state is often projected outward, whether we want it to be or not.
I launched my first book the weekend before last. As a young publisher, I’m ecstatic at the success of the event, but the lead up was stressful. I’m the director of marketing and publicity at Buffalo Heritage Press, and we launched our latest children’s title, Buffalo From A to Z, Come Take a Tour With Me, at the Goo Goo Doll’s show at Shea’s Perfoming Art’s Center in Buffalo, New York. The concerts were celebrating the Goo Goo Dolls’ 20th anniversary of the Dizzy Up the Girl album.
Why launch a children’s book at a rock concert? Well, Buffalo From A to Z is special. (Aren’t all of your books special when you’re in publishing?) The main character, Bob Uffalo, is a spunky little tour guide who takes kids on a tour around Buffalo, showing them the hotspots from A to Z. But it wouldn’t be a Buffalo book if it didn’t have the Goo Goo Dolls on the “G” page—betcha didn’t know they were from Buffalo!
a hard, dark, glasslike volcanic rock formed by the rapid solidification of lava without crystallization.
I’ve been blogging at Sitting in Spilt Ink since I was 16. I’m 23 now. The blog has been dormant for some time now—almost a year. It started as an accident. I was overwhelmed with life and school, and I just didn’t make blogging a priority. But I didn’t have the motivation to blog either; it didn’t feel like there was a purpose behind it.
In the past year, I also had some complicated health issues that made really knocked Sitting in Spilt Ink off my priority list. While dealing with those issues, I was finishing my master’s in integrated marketing communications. I graduated in May, and I was the recipient of the award for excellence in my program. Soon after, I left an spent a month in Denver, Colorado, where I completed a graduate certification program in book publishing from the Denver Publishing Institute.
The feeling of my chest folding in on itself is familiar in a haunting way. It clenches the way that muscles flinch when something comes to close to your face—except it stays that way. There’s no immediate relief after you don’t get hit. There’s no sigh to release the tension.
The creature sneaks its way down the center of my body, spreading through my stomach. The roots seem to grab hold of whatever organ they can, squeezing as if I’m trying to rip it from my body. But the only violent one here is it. If you tug, it clings harder. Like Devil’s Snare, the more you fight, the worse it gets. Continue reading “How to write yourself down from a panic attack in six paragraphs”
“You belong among the wildflowers. You belong in a boat out at sea.
Sail away, kill off the hours. You belong somewhere you feel free.”
Growing up, Tom Petty was a staple in my musical diet. His songs served as the perfect summer playlist—not that I didn’t play them year-round anyway. I guess as a student, summer has always meant a bit of relaxation to me, so that’s what I mean when I say Tom Petty’s music is the perfect summer playlist. I mean it is the perfect relaxation playlist. Even the upbeat songs have an everlasting chill vibe—a free vibe.
Today I treated myself to lunch at my favorite café in town.
I ordered a small pot of green apple green tea, a sweet ham and turkey panini with marion pickles, and a cup of she-crab soup. I sat near the door and welcomed in the chilly autumnal air that swept across my cheeks with the entrance and exit of customers.
With my cell phone on silent in my purse, I ate my meal slowly, savoring each bite and each moment of quiet reflection as I watched passerbys on the street.
If I could create a decade as glitzy and glamorous as the 1920s and omit the oppression of women and minorities and the economic crash soon thereafter—I would. I love the idea of the ‘20s. Well, I love “The Great Gatsby” idea of the ‘20s.
When I first read “The Great Gatsby” by F. Scott Fitzgerald, I was enthralled. It quickly became one of my favorite books. When the film was released, I couldn’t have been happier with Leo DiCaprio’s performance. So when advertisements for “Z: The Beginning of Everything” began popping up on my Facebook, I couldn’t resist being drawn in.
The Amazon Prime original series isn’t a re-hash of “The Great Gatsby.” It’s the story of F. Scott Fitzgerald, played by David Hoflin, and Zelda Sayre, played by Christina Ricci. Zelda, Fitzgerald’s wife, greatly influenced his writing. And as much as I love Fitzgerald, I think I love Zelda more. She’s noted for being wild and outspoken; Fitzgerald dubbed her “the first flapper.” She wrote extensively in her journals, and much of that writing inspired Fitzgerald; although inspired may be a gentle word. Fitzgerald used direct quotes from her journal without her consent on a number of occasions.
The name of the show comes from a Fitzgerald quote: “I love her, and that’s the beginning and the end of everything.” He might be a bit prophetic in his statement. The pair’s tumultuous romance was marked with overindulgence, booze, and passionate arguments. But the show begins, well, at the beginning. The pilot episode, released Nov. 3, 2015, explores Zelda and Scott’s first meeting, Zelda’s relationship with her family, and her carefree attitude. She fights with her father, dances with many different men, and does as she damn well pleases. Ricci’s performance is spot on.
Zelda is—in my eyes—a total feminist badass. She is the embodiment of independence and boldness. She is uniquely herself and will not apologize for it. I admire that.
Amazon will release the full first season of “Z: The Beginning of Everything” Jan. 27, and if you are at all a fan of F. Scott Fitzgerald’s work, I highly recommend you watch it.