Thoughts on People Doing Things

I had the opportunity to sit down with Nick Thornton, host of the People Doing Things podcast recently, to talk about some of the things I’m doing. It was a great conversation about my writing, my process, and my relentless negativity. Trigger warning, I do talk a little bit about my personal experiences with depression and suicidality. Take a listen to the episode and subscribe to the podcast! Nick has some deep conversations with interesting people doing important things but hides it well with a glib humour and self-effacing remarks that I, as a person doing a thing, really appreciate. My favourite episode – apart from my own obv – is number 31 that I have dubbed Alcoholism and Activism.

So take a listen, you can also subscribe to the podcast on iTunes, and let Nick know that you like him as a person doing a thing.

Nick and I after recording the podcast.

Nick and I after recording the podcast.

I Don’t Hate It!

I’m not one to show emotion in public. Apart from the occasional bouts of hearty laughter, I’m about as expressive as a Vulcan with resting bitch face. No joke, at my wedding rehearsal my family all had the note that we needed to look like my husband and I liked each other. When I say “I don’t hate it” I’m about maxed out in the enthusiasm department.

With that in mind, I kind of hate my opening chapter. I don’t fully hate it, but in the ever unhelpful words of my boss, “It just doesn’t pop.” Continue reading

Living Regretfully: My Life as Liz Lemon

Some people say that they have no regrets. That they live their lives with abandon and seize the day. They justify this with the explanashame that you only regret the things you hadn’t done. I will point out their face tattoo or that you’re right dead people don’t have regrets. I find regret useful. Like guilt or losing at board games, it is a necessary and instructive part of life. I carry regrets around with me in that place where a heart should be. Regret guides me the way that morality ought to (but doesn’t because I’m an atheist). Continue reading

Save Me

My side projects, which are actually projects since they’re for work, have taken over so I cheated a bit today. I’m using part of a story that I wrote a million years ago. It’s rough so please, pardon my parlance.

It’s unnerving whenever you wake up in a strange setting, but when that setting is a bumpy ambulance and you have a stranger flashing a light in your eyes, the stress is a bit much for anyone.

“Where am I?” I asked out of reflex, but the oxygen mask muffled my question.

“You were in a boating accident. Can you tell me your name?”

Boating accident? I didn’t like boats. Not just because the paramedic told me that I had been in an accident, rather because they seemed so unsafe. Obviously. What was I doing on a boat? Continue reading