I'd like to preface this post by saying that I am wholly and completely, absolutely, entirely, all-encompassingly obsessed with Harry Potter. It is, hands down, the best thing that has ever happened to me in my life. (Sorry, little sister being born. Sorry, friends and family. Sorry, moving to the best city in the world… Continue reading HEY, JK Rowling, stop being such a tyrant.
I wouldn't call myself a grammar nazi. I wouldn't do so, first of all, because I think "grammar nazi" has become synonymous with "homophone nazi." And the whole world has gotten a little homophone-happy in the last couple years. It's like everyone on the internet learned the difference between your and you're on the same day, and after that "grammar nazi-ism"… Continue reading Stop calling yourself a grammar nazi.
Heaven hath no treasure like the Potrillos Burrito, from Los Potrillos in Camas, WA.* There it is. Go ahead, take a moment. Bask in its deliciousness. See that, drizzled all over it? They call this red concoction "our special burrito sauce," which is latin for crack cocaine. This is not enchilada sauce, or salsa, or… Continue reading Ode to the Potrillos Burrito
One of the cool things about blogging is that I'm rarely at a loss for post ideas. (...I said rarely, not never.) This is partially because many ideas stem from real-life experiences and conversations... and during these conversations, if I don't immediately recognize it as an opportunity for a blog post, someone else will point it out for… Continue reading How Not to Propose to Me
As promised in my last post, today I'd like to write about writing. Since landing my first writing job a few months ago, I've been learning an awful lot about writing lately. So much learning, in fact, that it honestly feels like I'm a new writer every single day. As each day passes, I look at things I wrote yesterday… Continue reading Just Spit It Out, Would You?
When I first started blogging, and specifically when I began reading others' blogs, I remember being surprised how much writing there was out there... about writing. It seemed like for every blog post I came across about someone's childhood, there was another guiding writers how to write a blog post about their childhood. I didn't realize writing about writing was even a thing, and… Continue reading Writing About Writing About Writing
I did a bad thing last night. It was a thing so dreadfully bad that I'm having to will my fingers to even pound out this confession. My hands are quivering reluctantly over the keyboard, begging me to stop writing this incriminating post. "It's not too late," they tell me. "We can still walk away.… Continue reading The Seven Deadly Sins of Literature
Here's a fun fact for your Tuesday: the city of Vancouver, WA has a population of about 160,000 people. 60,000 of them (that's almost 40% of all Vancouver residents) work in Portland....I'm one of them.For those of you who have never travelled to our little corner of the Pacific Northwest, allow me to give you a geography… Continue reading Traffic is our all-powerful overlord and resistance is futile.
Recently on The Nutshell Version, I discussed my hatred of soccer. You might have read that and thought, “Oh, I get it. Susie must be a typical girl who hates all sports.” First of all, you’re a sexist and I don’t like you. But second of all… yes. You’re right. With one major (non-fictional) exception.… Continue reading Me and Football: A Love Story
I'm going skydiving.I'm going to dive from the sky. Toward the ground.I should have seen this coming, really, when I started working for a company as deliciously unorthodox as mine. I should've known what I was getting myself into when I signed my offer letter. It should've had fine print that said, "WARNING: This company is… Continue reading So, no big deal guys, apparently I’m just gonna jump out of a plane.