Day two of the journey into raw(-ish) foodism (-ish because I love my carbs - breads, pastires, pastas, risotto, hello!) and already I feel exponentially better. More energetic. Happier. Coincidence? More than likely. Going to give it a go for a few more days.
I enjoy typing in stream of consciousness sometimes.
Also - was asked in a few emails these questions, figured I’d address them here for the rest of you curious kittens:
- Why don’t you blog more often? I love reading your Twitter & seeing spurts of what goes inside your head there and on Tumblr. Thanks babe! I figure my life isn’t that interesting - I love reading up & browsing through pictures of other bloggers, though. I try to keep the content on A Bit Coquettish a bit more serious despite its frivolity. But idk, if more people want it… xo!
- I like it better when you post your own anecdotes than all the re-blogging on tumblr. you should do more personal stories on ABC. Flattered that you think my personal life is of a speck of interest! I re-blog because it’s mindless. I’m writing all day long - literally - and sometimes need to just sit, breathe, and be inspired. These are the photos which make me react. But I digress - thanks for the suggestion, I’ll consider it, perhaps? x
What do you think?
(Erica’s 20 Rules for Writers
1. Have faith–not cynicism
2. Dare to dream
3. Take your mind off publication
4. Write for joy
5. Get the reader to turn the page
6. Forget politics (let your real politics shine through)
7. Forget intellect
8. Forget ego
9. Be a beginner
10. Accept change
11. Don’t think your mind needs altering
12. Don’t expect approval for telling the truth -
(Parents, politicians, colleagues, friends, etc.)
13. Use everything
14. Remember that writing is Heroism
15. Let Sex (The Body, the physical world) in!
16. Forget critics
17. Tell your truth not the world’s
18. Remember to be earth-bound
19. Remember to be wild!
20. Write for the child (in yourself and others)
There are no rules
(found via Love Letters to the Universe)
I’m the kitchen, assembling eggs, sugar, flour, etc. Everyone knows I’m in baking mode when I’m wearing my heels at home (things taste better when made in heels, in my opinion). My dad walks in the kitchen…
Dad: What are you doing?
Dad: Yes, we all know that.
Me: I’m making crepes for dessert! (I was very excited, thus the exclamation points.)
Dad: Let me do it.
Me: No, it’s Father’s Day.
Me: What do you mean, so?!
Dad: If you weren’t here I wouldn’t celebrate today, so, shouldn’t it be uh, Children’s Day?
Mom walks in…: Don’t say that, Todd… That’s dangerous.
Dad: Okay just let me make them. I make them better, anyway. I’d be a horrible dad if I made you do everything.
Mom, to me: How did you not turn out to be some bratty Daddy’s girl?!
Co-worker: Yo. So you know that guy (*describes guy: tall, kinda sexy, total yum*)?
Me: Mm. What about?
Co-worker: He thinks you’re like, the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
Me: Yeah uh-huh. When’d this conversation even occur? We were supposed to be working all night, ya bum…
Co-worker: In the bathroom. We bonded.
Me: Random, but cute.
Co-worker: No. Over (*blahblahblah*) you are.
Me: In the bathroom?!
Co-worker: Uh, yeah. That’s where guys bond. You’re avoiding the subject here. WHY CAN’T YOU EVER TAKE A DAMN COMPLIMENT. And he wants your number.
Me: Yes! More for the collection!
Co-worker: You’re terrible. But wait, give it to me, and I’ll give it to him.
Me: So you can get my number? Uh, nope.
Co-worker: I’m trying to kill two birds with a stone, here.