photo post, snowy version.

I am mostly hibernating but I went outside to play in the snow on Sunday.

boots

I made a snow bunny.

snow bunny

And a tiny snowman.

tiny snowman

And I ran around Narnia-looking Central Park in the sunshine getting all pink-cheeked from the cold and had a lovely snow-day day and now I’m back to trying to catch up on life and writing and such.

me in the snow

 

snow tree

 

flax-golden tales: love will be there in the morning

make love stay

love will be there in the morning

I thought that love had finally decided to leave me alone.

It had come and gone before and never stayed for very long or hurt too much, so when it left I was mostly okay, just standard sad and lonely.

Then one day in February there was a heart on my front door.

I figured it was a mistake or an early, meaningless valentine but I left it up anyway because it was pretty.

The next morning it was still there, along with another heart.

The day after that there were more, different sizes and shades of red and pink but all bright and warm and they made me smile.

It took me a while to realize that it wasn’t a mistake, that they were really for me.

It’s been a year now and all the hearts are still on the door, they haven’t faded in the sun or anything.

All the love is still here, too.

There’s more of it every day.

 

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

settling and also comments regarding communication in electronic mail form

I’ve been staring at February strangely because I am confused and annoyed that it has arrived already, but it’s been five days now so I think it’s here to stay and didn’t make a mistake or anything. I am going to choose not to think too much about my unfinished January to-do list and instead make new lists, probably without months on them this time.

Still settling in here, hanging things on walls and re-arranging lamps. I’m slowly but surely putting together my office, a process that has become slightly more complicated by the fact that my new desk does not have drawers. Most of my office stuff is in cardboard boxes, still, helpfully labeled things like “office – papers” and “office – fragile” and hopefully soon I will be able to put the fragile things and the paper things in places that are not cardboard. Cardboard feels so temporary.

I put my newly pared-down bulletin board up, which makes it look sort of office-y. This is the third space I’ve had this board in and I’ve stripped it clean before hanging each time, which feels appropriate for a new space. I added a row of my Nick Bantock postcards which have hung in every space I’ve lived since I was in college and are beginning to show their age around the corners, but having them up above my desk makes it feel more like a space I can write in. Also the fact that I have a desk chair now helps with that. Chair not pictured, but comfy.

board with bantock

(Also pictured on board: lower half of a print from Etsy, torn playing card procured at Sleep No More & postcard from one of several stays at the Royalton Hotel.)

I am still waiting on a few more pieces of furniture, and I keep encountering things that are in need of other things, like rugs that need those non-slippy rug pad things to keep them from slipping, but it’s looking more and more livable every day. I’m trying not to think too hard about how the estimated delivery date for my bookshelves is March, but at this rate that’ll be any day now.

 

And now, a word about email.

I am finally pretty much caught up with my personal email. For about three hours on Sunday I had nothing in my inbox and it was magical.

I am woefully behind on website email, and when I say “woefully behind” I mean I think my autoreply still says it’s October.

The important part: I simply do not have time to respond to every email I receive.

I tried for awhile and I can’t keep up. It takes away from time I should be writing* and also I have this creeping social anxiety that spreads to email answering and I need to think about how to respond properly so it takes me longer to respond and some people could probably handle quickly jotting off replies but I can’t. I’m sorry. I wish I could because it makes me feel terrible that I can’t respond individually to each and every message I get. I do try to read absolutely everything, though, even if I can’t read in a timely manner.

If you need to contact me for professional reasons, there is contact information for my agency in the sidebar of the blog. There is also a Random House contact for press-related inquiries.

I took my own email contact off the website for now, I am trying to figure out the best way to manage it in the future. Please be patient with me, I’m still comparatively new at this.

I’m hoping to spend most of the next few months working on a novel and in order to do that I need to basically live in my head. There’s a lot of stuff in there that I need to sort through and explore and figure out how best to tell the story of the particular bits that I’m sorting through and exploring for this novel. Also there are characters in there who are getting annoyed with me for neglecting them for so long.

I am trying to find a good balance of social media and hopefully that means the blog will be updated with actual Thoughts on a fairly regular basis.

The best place to say hi or ask questions that can be answered in 140 characters or less is and likely always will be Twitter. I do try to answer all directed-at-me @ replies, though I think sometimes Twitter eats them.

I’ve had a lot of stuff to deal with in the last two years, both personally and professionally, and I’m still working through a lot of it and trying to figure out what works best and how to handle, well, life. And when I say “a lot of stuff” I mean I would not wish my last two years on anyone, and for every high-high there’s been a low-low that I can’t tell the internet about. It’s tiring. Sometimes I need to walk away and make gluten-free salted caramel brownies. If I could I would share them with everyone (unless for some reason you don’t like caramel or chocolate or sea salt).

So, please bear with me while I settle in to new spaces and new life and quickly-moving new year and attempt to figure all of this stuff out. I greatly appreciate it.

 

*this includes time doing writing-related things like soaking up inspiration or reading or figuring out where to keep the pens with my drawerless desk.

flax-golden tales: dinosaurs on holiday

dinosaurs on holiday

dinosaurs on holiday

The dinosaurs showed up near the end of tourist season when we were all starting to get bored but before our welcome smiles had completely worn out, which was good timing. It was something unexpected to break up the routine and the dinosaurs were much nicer than the typical tourists.

They were never really extinct, one of them explained. They went to live on an island and they said it wasn’t anything like that movie island with the dinosaur park, though they all liked that movie anyway (but only the first one).

They were here for a quiet vacation so after the initial surprise everyone in town left them alone unless they needed directions or someone to take Instagram photos for them. They ate at all our best barbecue joints and clam shacks and wandered around sightseeing. It was hot that week, so we mixed them big tubs full of complimentary strawberry limeade.

They all bought souvenir t-shirts that were much too small for them and they claimed were for friends but we think they were just being polite.

Before they left they wrote a thank you note on the one of the blank billboards by the beach and we kept it up all through the off season.

No one wants to say it out loud and jinx it, but we’re all hoping they’ll come back again this year.

 

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

read this.

penumbra

 

I spent a good chunk of the weekend reading Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan.

I had wanted to read it for a while because I like the title and I’m a sucker for books about books.

Also, the cover glows in the dark.

(Seriously. I checked.)

Also also, it has my name on the back of the (glow-in-the-dark) cover:

harkaway blurb

I figured if Nick Harkaway had such lovely things to say about it it would probably be worth reading.

It is.

It is fun and funny and just plain enjoyable. It has mysterious books and thievery and Google (the place!) and it reminded me a bit of Ready Player One in tone. It celebrates both the old and the new in delightful ways.

And it has the honor of being the first book of 2013 to make me cry, completely unexpectedly. Happy tears of that good-book-sucker-punch-to-the-place-in-the-heart-where-the-booklove-lives sort.

Also, it glows in the dark.

(If there was ever a reason to get the paper book instead of the e-version, there you go.)

So since that was my weekend, I was extra delighted this morning to hear that it received an Alex Award, hurrah! (I haven’t read any of the other winners, bad me. More to add to the to-read list.)