Podcasts and Bookshelves

Erm… There is a possibilty that right after I said “I’ll blog every week”, I went right ahead and missed a week. I am too lazy to check when my last post was, but it feels like a month ago. If I missed a week, sorry. If I did not (but I probably did), yay. Now that my obligatory “I’m sorry for being this way” introduction has been said, I have two stories to tell you.

Story One: So I Started a Podcast…

And although the quality leaves much to desire and I fully admit that I don’t know what I am doing, it felt good. It felt really good actually. It’s something I have always wanted to try out, because I suspected I would be good at it. I’m going to toot my own horn: as it turns out I am good at it. Sure, it was a first attempt and so far the only compliments I have received have been from 2 friends and the boyfriend, but I think (perhaps know) that this is a new medium that might lead to something. I promise I am not trying to sound arrogant, it’s just that the final product turned out much better than I anticipated, and when I listened back to it, for once I didn’t feel the need to apologize or criticize myself for the mistakes that had been made, or the sub-par quality of the audio. I enjoyed it, and I think others did will to. Because it’s good.

My Podcast is called Write Rant Rock. The first episode was about negative influences in art, and the one person I genuinely wish I could forget.

You can listen to it here:


 Story Two: My One-of-a-Kind Bookshelf

The Cutie Pie suggested that for my birthday (which was at the end of February) he get me a desk and a bookshelf so that I could have my very own habitat (as he calls it) in his room.
So about a week ago we went bookshelf shopping, except for the fact that the store he had in mind was closed when we arrived there and so no bookshelf was actually purchased.

The next day, after once again missing the window of opportunity to go and buy a bookshelf at the aforementioned store, The Cutie Pie got the bright idea to make a bookshelf out of old pallets that were gathering dust in the shed. I am not being sarcastic when I say it was a bright idea. I was excited. DIY has always fascinated me, for one. This bookshelf would not cost any money, for another. It would be the only bookshelf of it’s kind, and most importantly, the sentiment behind it is presently unmatched.

Do you know what the doucheface before Cutie Pie did when I moved in with him and told him I needed a place for my books? He found a dirty, bent, steel shelf that was discarded on the property, bought it in, placed it against a wall, gave me a cloth to wipe it down with, said “There, bookshelf” and then gave himself a pat on the back for being such an innovative, resourceful and nice guy.

Nice, my ass.

Cutie Pie says he is the least sentimental guy I’ll ever meet, but what he doesn’t realize is that it’s hard to believe that when he built a bookshelf with his bare hands, specially for me- something no one else has ever thought to do.

Not sentimental, my ass.

The shelf itself is a bit flawed; we missed some spots while painting it. We forgot to add some beams as dividers that we thought would look nice and come in handy. The wood is chipped. It’s skew. And Cutie Pie had a funny dumbass moment which resulted in an extra plank that is not supposed to be there but is now nailed down. But I wouldn’t have it any other other way.


You can watch it being made here:







Remember Me?

When I was a wee young thing, I was quite a nerd. I had near perfect grades and to this day I keep a folder that contains all the wonderful certificates that prove my academic (and athletic) achievements. My peers tried to bully me back then, probably because they were jealous of my awesomeness, but it didn’t work. I wasn’t afraid of them and even more so, the glory of being a top achiever was worth the torment of being an outsider.

To my young brain, there was no better representation of said glory, than seeing my name on numerous plaques, immortalized as the best at whatever I tried (except maths, in which I was listed as second best).

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10 Steps to Self-Publishing

Today I truly stopped giving a fuck about what every other writer on Earth is doing to make money from their self-published works. All that has ever bought me is anxiety and suffering because this industry is rough and I just don’t have the resources to compete.

So, friends, I am going to run my own race now. Wait, I am too lazy to run races. I am going to slowly march to the beat of my very own hand-crafted drum. The outside world no longer concerns me. I’m going to do things MY way.

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A Brief Introduction to Awesomeness

This is approximately the 15 bilionth time I have tried to manage a blog.

In the past I had all the motivation in the world, but no discipline, no resources and no willpower. I was the sort of person who had a new, fantastic idea every second day. I would set up the blogs, pages, links and channels and then… I’d fail.

It is actually spectacular just how many times I failed, and yet never learned my lesson.

This time, however, at least one thing is different. I invested in my very own domain name. I paid for this blog. You can bet your souls I am dedicated to it!

So, it might not be very original, but I’ll kick this off by telling you about me.

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