"Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance."
#I think about this a lot
#Every Last One
#ALL OF THE PUMPKIN THINGS
Tomorrow is October 1st, and you know what that means? IT’S OFFICIALLY FALL COOKING SEASON! (Oh yeah, and my debut cookbook "FIVE" is coming out too!) So anyways, here’s the annual Collegiate Vegan Fall Recipe Round Up:
Cheers to pumpkin and cinnamon and hot lattes and brown sugar and maple syrup and butternut squash and cable knit sweaters and scarves!!
"Most writers were the kids who easily, almost automatically, got A’s in English class. (There are exceptions, but they often also seem to be exceptions to the general writerly habit of putting off writing as long as possible.) At an early age, when grammar school teachers were struggling to inculcate the lesson that effort was the main key to success in school, these future scribblers gave the obvious lie to this assertion. Where others read haltingly, they were plowing two grades ahead in the reading workbooks. These are the kids who turned in a completed YA novel for their fifth-grade project. It isn’t that they never failed, but at a very early age, they didn’t have to fail much; their natural talents kept them at the head of the class.
#THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH
#(rachel I FEEL LIKE THIS EXPLAINS WHY I PROCRASTINATE?!!! MAYBE?! butalsocauseicanbelazy)
#Why Writers Are the Worst Procrastinators
#seriously though it was SO EASY for me in elementary/middle school and then in the middle of high school I got confused
#because I couldn't just show up to class
#skim the book and ace the test
This teaches a very bad, very false lesson: that success in work mostly depends on natural talent. Unfortunately, when you are a professional writer, you are competing with all the other kids who were at the top of their English classes. Your stuff may not—indeed, probably won’t—be the best anymore.
If you’ve spent most of your life cruising ahead on natural ability, doing what came easily and quickly, every word you write becomes a test of just how much ability you have, every article a referendum on how good a writer you are. As long as you have not written that article, that speech, that novel, it could still be good. Before you take to the keys, you are Proust and Oscar Wilde and George Orwell all rolled up into one delicious package. By the time you’re finished, you’re more like one of those 1940’s pulp hacks who strung hundred-page paragraphs together with semicolons because it was too much effort to figure out where the sentence should end."
I want to see a reality tv show where straight dudes have to read the shitty messages they send to women to their mothers.