I’ll go right ahead and tell this, you guys… I’ll be going silent in this blog some time until next week. I’m going to immerse myself as I fall down that not-so-mythical-now rabbit hole. I took a leave from work for the rest of the week. And what will I be doing? A true lady never reveals her secrets, even if secrets sometimes come in the form of vodka and butterscotch flavored beer and good company — OOPS. Why did I let my fingers slide down the keyboard and do the talking? Nothing is sacred anymore.
But I’ll be back next week, definitely. In the meantime, I am leaving you with great reads about dating girls who write. Some of them you’ve probably read once before. I highly encourage that you read them again. Drink in the words. Let the scenarios painted with such clarity play in your mind while you read them.
Continue reading “The Long, Loooong Weekend”
Sometimes I wonder if I am losing pieces of myself. The part of myself who loves to write. The part of myself who absorbs words, bask in them and swim in them, early morning hours for work be damned. Then I catch myself scribbling down phrases or sentences in my notebook, and I am comforted. I may have not been writing fiction as much as I keep going over plots and dialogues in my head, but my love for words is still intact. Wholly. Completely.
Turns out that amidst everything else in this life, I didn’t even have to try and force myself to read something or negate my love for words for something else. (Being bribed for a million dollars is tempting but I draw the line in using my gift for something dishonest. *pause* But yeah, that’s very tempting. I’m not too keen on selling my soul for monetary or material things, though. Coffee and chocolates, however, are an entirely different set of bribery. One that I’d probably — Kidding. I’m kidding.)
My trusty white pocket notebook which I carry with me wherever I go has a couple of pages left before I get a new one. It’s filled lovingly with words, words, and more words plucked from books, articles, Instagram captions, podcasts, a witch’s stew, a warlock’s throat, blah, blah, BLAH. Are you tired of hearing 50% nonsense yet? Good news! I have spared us both from getting sucked further into The Void of Nonsense (It’s where blacked-out-drunk people go, didn’t you hear?). Scroll down below to add more arsenal to your vocabulary. Or to add more flair to your cursing. “What the ever loving Lucullan fuck is going on?” will surely impress those around you. “Your twee asshat of a neighbor just called.” works wonders, too.
Continue reading “Here are a Few of My Favorite Words”
We Marooners seem to care less and less about what the “brr!” months are all about: crunchy orange leaves tinged with gold and brown, crips and nippy air all around, and anything cranberry. (Yes, the scent of bathroom cleaners included. Main Mall, I am looking at you.) Are we so wrapped up in our own thoughts, our 8 to 5 jobs, and our self-inflicted harmful thoughts that we are willing to overlook the beauty of October rushing in with the promise of more than chilly nights? The blessings of October that are centered on, but not limited to, great discounts on all things horror? And let’s not forget that during this time of the year, our folks over there at Brown Salts hold their classic take on The Midnight Convention. We all know what that means! Horror movie marathons, midnight zombie runs. ghost tours, séances, and that yummy apple pie made famous by Boothe’s. Definitely worth the two-hour trip to Brown Salts!
Let’s not forget November, where we hold the first week sacred for our dead loved ones. It also gets uncomfortably colder and colder. Better start stocking up on scarves and insulated gloves. Come December, we all breathe a collective sigh of relief. The weather doesn’t get less colder (on the contrary!) but all those pretty Christmas lights and colorful lanterns strewn just about everywhere are comforting consolations. Who could resist beautiful decorations, right? And if we are anything here at Maroon City, it’s this: Fashionable. Trend-setters. Hip to the core. Also, December gives us the perfect excuse to get drunk: Parties! And more parties! (Pro tip: Don’t get smashed during company parties. Chances are you’ll always regret what you’ve done. It’s The Morning After‘s leitmotif, regardless of whether you work at a law firm or a call center. Stick to wine, instead. It’s healthier, besides.)
Continue reading “The Maroon Dispatch, Vol. II”