On my wedding day I made my photographer take a photo of Alice and me recreating the final tableau of our high school’s 2003 production of The Hobbit, starring Alice as Bilbo Baggins and me as Thorin Oakenshield, where—just as in the classic novel—Thorin survives the final battle and visits Bilbo at the Shire to give him his gold and call him brave, and Bilbo says, “Brave? Me?” and they put their hands on each other’s shoulders and turn to stare out at the audience and freeze as the curtain closes and instrumental music from Titanic plays (100% true description of the final scene of our high school’s 2003 production of The Hobbit). Long story short, we nailed it YET AGAIN.
Things are quiet. I’ve been writing, making pizzas, teaching myself Italian. I can identify most of the animals in a zoo. I can order myself a single fried egg. Right this second I am a temporary receptionist. A woman I don’t know has yelled at me over the phone three times already this morning. I thought it was funny and then I thought it was infuriating and then I went on a break and bought myself tea and new pens and now I have no opinion about it. I think of that phrase “practice self-care” a lot. There are people who need to be reminded to practice self-care. I have never been such a person. It’s possible I care more than a little too much for myself.
Last week, we watched Edan's dog, Omar, while Edan was looking glamorous on TV. If Edan ever asks you to watch Omar, you should refuse, because he is the best dog in the universe and you will fall in love with him so hard; you will find yourself singing songs from Bye Bye Birdie to him, adapting the lyrics to reflect your devotion (“One dog, one special dog, one dog to live for, to care for, be there for…”) But then he will leave, and he won’t even, like, glance longingly at you as he drives away. Here is a picture of Omar, to help you understand what I’m going through today:
We were in New Jersey for a while and while we were there, I visited my first book club. They had a lot of snacks and even more bottles of white wine; they called themselves a drinking club with a reading problem. They gave me a handmade mug that says “Stay Up Late and Write” and an AM/FM crank radio for when the apocalypse hits. I loved them. We slept a lot; we went to the beach; we stayed inside on overcast days and watched the World Cup and read back issues of Martha Stewart Living. We drank whiskey with my best friend and her new-ish boyfriend—he is A DELIGHT. I got twenty-eight mosquito bites. It was all pretty heavenly.
I’m writing a new book, a happy book, a book where the world is still spinning and no teenagers die. I mean, maybe a teenager will die; I can’t actually hold myself to that promise. It’s about loving things, stories and people, and learning how to not be ashamed of loving them. You’ll like it!
I am going to Indianapolis in February of next year to talk about Vivian Apple at the End of the World. I am going to Austin in April. I have tentative plans to go to New York and Philadelphia, too. Where do you live and would you like me to visit? I can try to visit you, wherever you live.
Girls don’t like boys, girls like Steve Buscemi.(via hannibal-is-my-faithfalterer)
I started writing a modern game of thrones au last year some time, which i abandoned until like a week ago when i started tentatively writing it again. it’s mostly just a collection of happy stark family moments, and focusses on arya and sansa more than anyone else
Well for me, I draw “fan art” because I want to spend more time in that world, and it’s also great illustration exercise. If you look at art history, what lots of artists were painting and drawing or the work they were commissioned to do was illustration of myths or legends or the Bible, ect. And lots of artists painted these subjects on their own, because it was the popular culture— what people were interested in seeing, the stories that were important to them. It was definitely illustration, and also much of it could probably be called “fan art’ though that’s a modern term. So I think it something that’s always been a part of our culture, and will continue as such. There’s a demand for it, and it’s a great way for artists or writers to practice their skills and get their work seen.
Simini Blocker is so smart and talented and wonderful! Follow her Tumblr, obvi.