It’s summer, nerds. Which means it’s time to mosey back on over to our Tuesday schedule. You’re welcome to my favorite hashtag of all time, #newblogtuesday. Subscribers can receive updates without interruption, while those who check in might see their posts on an adjusted schedule. And in anticipation of future questions: Will anything change? Other than the dates that are posted, no. Will EoG return to a two-per-week schedule? Maybe, depends how I’m feeling each Monday. Why the change? Because I’m trying to get whelmed: Until next week, ya’ll.
As a computer-toting writer, one of the biggest perks about my job is that I can work absolutely anywhere – so long as the wi-fi and I are getting along that day. Which is actually more stressful than it’s worth. The freedom is, well, the best thing that has ever existed. But on the other hand, if I wanted to, I could, say, sit in my pajamas and eat cookie dough all day, just stressing about all the productivity I’m not making. A scenario that would cause most people to get fired but that I can get away with on a daily basis, so long as my deadlines are met and my clients are happy. (I swear I’m a hard worker, guys.) Not that I’ve ever chosen cookie dough over work – or cookie dough over anything because I’d rather just eat actual cookies than its raw, uncooked egg form […]
Let’s face it, summer is my worst reading season of them all. The days are longer and I’m getting about 50% less sleep (which is a statement on how early I go to bed in the winter, not as to how late I stay up when it’s warm), and there’s just way more to do. It’s actually light out after dinnertime and being outside is pleasant. BUT that doesn’t meant I don’t still wish I was reading. Mostly when I am working or writing about amazing books (like the following). Bonus, I found out people actually read my recommendations – and take them seriously. Double score. So for those who are far more summer disciplined than I, consider the following for your next favorite reads: The Fault In Our Stars Sure, the movie is blowing up big time, but that’s just because the book blew everyone who read it’s mind […]
To all the spammers out there, I’d like to issue a formal statement of distaste for what you do. The rest of us are just living our lives while you’re sending out irrelevant comments packed full of links and awkward phrasing. Maybe you aren’t even human, which actually makes me hate you less; a person has to create spam on purpose. Either way, someone is to blame and the rest of us are tired of dealing with your crap. Come on, how gullible do you think I am? You out yourself immediately. If you’re going to spam, at least get sneaky about it. The Giveaways Offering to give my blog money is a dead giveaway – and if you’re that desperate to pay me for blowing your mind, just ask for my PayPal. Or the folks that jam as many positive adjectives as possible into a comment. “Hello ma’am, your […]
Earlier this year I ran a post on my business blog about frequently asked questions. The ones I’m asked most days and have a cookie cutter response for. Not necessarily because I get tired of answering them, but because I’ve learned what people will and won’t “get” about my job. The response was so great (i.e., a reduction in questions) that I’ve decided to try it here as well. From subject matter to all the “Umm what?”s – here are my most asked questions about Earl and Other Greys. P.S. I love acronyms. Do you really drink that much tea? Yup. Just like you really drink that much soda (or coffee). It’s my main vice and I’m sticking to it. Bonus: I’m perfectly fine in the mornings without it, though my lack of morning person-ness likely creates a different version of “fine.” Why Earl and Other Greys as the name? […]
It’s finally time to talk about the elephant in the room. Or rather, the elephant on the blog. The same thing I’ve been avoiding mentioning (sort of on purpose) for months: my living situation. Which currently, is a combination of addresses and locations. And yes, it’s super confusing and not at all normal – I’m constantly asking myself what address I gave my clients with this month? (Trick question, they never pay attention and mail to whatever’s on file – their checks always seem to find me). When am I picking up which set of mail? And where are the rest of my summer clothes hiding? Shopping spree instead? Ok! It’s not that I’ve been avoiding my lack of address, but it’s … weird. Like anyone trying to chomp off a bite of something gigantic, I didn’t know where to start. Secondly, I had a medium-serious iron in play, but […]
Thanks, me. Last week it was my birthday. And to celebrate my aging yet further into oblivion, my parents took me to a ballet performance of Romeo and Juliet. Which was pretty much what you’d expect it to be – a story danced out with tights and way too much drama. The dancing itself was wonderful, but when it comes to throwing in a storyline, everything goes to crap. Or if you’d like it in math form: dancing alone = great, then + a plot and it’s a bunch of flamboyant hacks prancing around in pleather. If real-life sword fighting required that much jumping, no one would have the stamina to take on a single dual. They’d be winded after their first pass. Inigo Montoya wouldn’t have been able to stab anyone with all those leg flourishes getting in the way, let alone a guy with an extra finger.* Anyway, […]