…actually, why not?
What profession do you admire most and why?
Micromanager [irate]: Where’s Employee XYZ?!
Office Warhorse [tired]: No idea.
Manager [indignant]: But the Office Thing!
Warhorse [calmly]: Did they meet the deadline to Project 123?
Manager [grudgingly]: Yes.
Warhorse [interested]: Can you fire them?
Manager [annoyed]: No.
Warhorse [impressed]: They won’t show up.
Manager [exasperated]: Why?
Warhorse [wistful]: Because they have achieved perfection.
#Monday
Describe one habit that brings you joy.
Give your mind time to rest.
At least once a week, stay offline all day, go outside, and experience the world as it is. See the sky with your own eyes. Feel the sunlight on your skin. Experience the wind as it moves around you.
Talk to real people.
Figure out how to be human.
#sunday
What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?
Time is relative.
7 a.m. coffee to work through edits because deadlines.
3 a.m. and you’re writing because if you don’t, the idea is gone, and you will never get it back again. Ever.
#writing
What are you most excited about for the future?
*closes eyes*
This I speak into the Universe:
My book will be published well. It will be beautiful. It will be read. And readers will love it, enjoy it, and talk about it to others.
*burns incense* *chimes cymbal*
#writing
Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?
Again, too many to count, but let’s go with Charlie and The Misanthrope’s Chocolate Factory.
From Prince Pondicherry to 4 Grandparents in 1 bed, Little Me had a tremendous amount of questions while reading. Also, those chocolates, candies, and sweets sounded amazing. Finally, no way the Oompa Loompas never figured out another diet on their own (always bothered me).
Then there were The Chocolate Trials:
At first it was enormously satisfying to watch spoilt brats and bullies have the day they deserved. The Oompa Loompas DGAF and Willy Wonka was a revelation: An adult who stood firm in the face of irate parents? Amazing.
After multiple re-reads, though, the terrible children’s “just deserts” stopped being so perfectly just, given how their parents were horrible already and really weren’t being, y’know, parents. Especially in comparison to Charlie’s family, who clearly cared for Little Bucket.
Eye-opening for a kid.
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