Electric Chaos Theory

Just another writer in just another world...
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flyartproductions:

This life ain’t what it seems

Intermedio (1963), Edward Hopper / Free Cake, Curtismith

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naturallysteph:

I can hardly believe I’m typing this, but …
Four stars!!!
My True Love Gave to Me received its FOURTH *starred* review. Kirkus, Publisher’s Weekly, School Library Journal, and now Booklist:
"Holiday canoodling stories by twelve of the top YA authors? It’s a Christmas miracle! Not since 2008’s Let It Snow … has a compendium of wintry love stories given readers such reason to celebrate. Using her trademark sparkling dialogue, Rainbow Rowell rings in an amorous New Year’s between old pals. Matt De La Peña presents a house-sitter hookup with unlikely results. Jenny Han writes tales of woe and lust between Santa’s adopted daughter and her coworking elves. Stephanie Perkins pairs a tree-lot employee with a shopper who pines for much more. David Levithan’s Jewish St. Nick loves his boyfriend enough to (reluctantly) spread some X-mas magic. Holly Black’s hot Christmas Krampus crashes a swinging holiday soiree. Kiersten White whips up a delicious romance in a struggling Yule-themed diner. And several other big-name writers—Ally Carter, Gayle Forman, Kelly Link, Myra McEntire, Laini Taylor—craft cozy, clever, totally PG tales of good tidings. This is the substantive stuff of dream stockings: a rollicking, blush-inducing, memorable holiday collection of breezy, bite-sized stories perfect a snug evening next to the fire.”
This anthology will be available for purchase on October 14th!
Mark it to-read on Goodreads. Pre-order it from your favorite independent bookstore, Barnes & Noble, or Amazon.

…Need. Now.

naturallysteph:

I can hardly believe I’m typing this, but …

Four stars!!!

My True Love Gave to Me received its FOURTH *starred* review. Kirkus, Publisher’s Weekly, School Library Journal, and now Booklist:

"Holiday canoodling stories by twelve of the top YA authors? It’s a Christmas miracle! Not since 2008’s Let It Snow … has a compendium of wintry love stories given readers such reason to celebrate. Using her trademark sparkling dialogue, Rainbow Rowell rings in an amorous New Year’s between old pals. Matt De La Peña presents a house-sitter hookup with unlikely results. Jenny Han writes tales of woe and lust between Santa’s adopted daughter and her coworking elves. Stephanie Perkins pairs a tree-lot employee with a shopper who pines for much more. David Levithan’s Jewish St. Nick loves his boyfriend enough to (reluctantly) spread some X-mas magic. Holly Black’s hot Christmas Krampus crashes a swinging holiday soiree. Kiersten White whips up a delicious romance in a struggling Yule-themed diner. And several other big-name writers—Ally Carter, Gayle Forman, Kelly Link, Myra McEntire, Laini Taylor—craft cozy, clever, totally PG tales of good tidings. This is the substantive stuff of dream stockings: a rollicking, blush-inducing, memorable holiday collection of breezy, bite-sized stories perfect a snug evening next to the fire.”

This anthology will be available for purchase on October 14th!

Mark it to-read on Goodreads. Pre-order it from your favorite independent bookstore, Barnes & Noble, or Amazon.

…Need. Now.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
Anne Sexton  (via deserted-streets)

(via fickle-fate)

Writing is an extreme privilege but it’s also a gift. It’s a gift to yourself and it’s a gift of giving a story to someone.
Amy Tan

I found the answer in libraries
in musty yellowing books
with broken spines.
I found it in the first chill
of November as frost kissed 
the dead lawn.
I searched for it in 
the small tin box under my bed,
the one that held your letters
and everything that reminded me of you.

Life is moving, with or without us.
Give me courage to move with it,
before it pushes me to the side.

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.
John Steinbeck

Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men — friends, coworkers, strangers — giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them.

I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much — no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version — maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics.

There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain.

Gone Girl (via darkinterludes)

I try to be “cool” way too much. It usually ends in disappointment.

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