Jaime Green

Aug 13
“Perhaps someday you will learn that my success is not a threat to you unless you wish it to be.”

Ayn Rand’s The Devil Wears Prada (via rachelfershleiser)

The snake has eaten its own tail and come full circle to the best true, sincere advice that there is.

(via rachelfershleiser)


Aug 11

The cafe where I like to write gets occasionally swarmed with toddlers. (The demographic shift when you go one neighborhood west of mine is intense.) Today I got swept up in the weekly morning sing-along, just me, a dozen babies and their caretakers, and a guy who also plays in a surf-rock band called Coffin Daggers or something like that. 

It was pretty chill. Afterward, a three-year-old named Henry and I had a great convo about whether he was inside or outside, what’s in the sky, why rocket ships have fire, and cupcakes.



dorothytalkstoboys:

EVERYONE KEEPS ASKING ME WHAT I’M DOING W MY DEGREE AND I’M LIKE HEY I PAID A LOT FOR THIS I’LL DO W/E I WANT W IT

dorothytalkstoboys:

EVERYONE KEEPS ASKING ME WHAT I’M DOING W MY DEGREE AND I’M LIKE HEY I PAID A LOT FOR THIS I’LL DO W/E I WANT W IT

(via bestrooftalkever)


Aug 10
“My first act as a Chapel Hillian was to walk through the four rooms of our new house and sob. She was supposed to come and hang my curtains, to remind me to remember to buy drying racks and shelf-liners, to tell me not to be afraid of wood spiders clogging our corners… to tell me how to live like this. She was supposed to do a lot of things. And we were supposed to come into our stride again, to talk to one another not just as daughter and mother—half bickering, half hand-holding, plus that desperate, complicated love—and learn how to be women in each other’s company.” and so it goes | Southern Exposure: Going to the Chapel (Hill)

rachelfershleiser:

IT’S BACK IT’S BACK MY FAVORITE BLOG IS BACK!

It’s like they knew I’m going to North Dakota this week.
North Dakota!

rachelfershleiser:

IT’S BACK IT’S BACK MY FAVORITE BLOG IS BACK!

It’s like they knew I’m going to North Dakota this week.

North Dakota!


Aug 7

My genius child.

jamiatt:

Had this really fun day at the beach with my mom and my nine-year-old niece. Lots of frolicking in the waves. Then my niece asked me about how I wrote, like what I did all day, and I told her in detail, and then I stressed the importance of discipline and my mother said, “Do you know how many people in the world would like to be a writer? And some people are even good at it. But how many people actually get up every day and do it? She’s trying to tell you that you have to work really hard at it every day in order to write a book and make it your job.” Then I was telling my niece that sometimes other writers ask me how long I think something should be, like how many pages a scene should be or a chapter should be. I said, “There’s no math to any of it.” And my niece said, “Right. It should be as long as it takes to tell the story.” And I said, “My genius child.”

I might need to hang that quote from Jami’s mom up over my desk.


“Why do I write what I write?
I can’t write anything else. If I could write GRRM-style epics that take place in an Otherworld I would totally be doing that, trust.”

Things I Ate That I Love: Chain letter 

Truth. 

(I remember telling my thesis advisor in college that I wanted to write novels like the ones I read, Annie Proulx and AS Byatt and, though I hadn’t read her yet, Meg Wolitzer. And my advisor, who’d been reading my work for two years, was basically like, Yeah, no, tough shit, and gave me some weird disjointed plotless stuff to read. And I read it and was like, Oh, I get it. But that’s the story of why I don’t write fiction at all any more, too.)


Aug 6
“You’ve gotta use your details to help them find their details.” Chloe Caldwell at last night’s Shelf Life reading, on what your readers get from your writing about your own life.

Aug 5
“Seen with the naked eye, the Pleiades is a smudge, a weird diffuse patch in the sky. If you stare hard at it you can make out seven individual stars. If you stare really hard and lie, you can see fourteen.”

We Never Looked at the Stars — The Archipelago — Medium

This essay, by Ben Lillie, goes on to be about high school and learning to be a human being, and astronomy and geology, and I love it all, but I am so enamored of that little throw-away joke in the third sentence.