If the dryer beep tells me my laundry is dry and I don’t respond within 30 seconds, I not only completely forget that my clothes are in there, but also that the dryer exists.

It’s like that, but for my inbox.

For some reason every time I exit my house, I enter a mental black hole so deep I can’t even remember if I *shut* the door.

Best of luck!

This is exactly how I ended up getting a phone call in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner, telling me my dog had jumped out the window. (He was mostly okay. Broken leg.)

You GOTTA stop being so desperately afraid of the audience. Look at me. Look in my eyeballs. Stop being so desperate for approval. Stop writing for the whiny babies in your audience and start writing for the freaks who like cool fucked up shit

BUT ALSO we’re discussing writing. The method they are teaching kids totally divorces reading from writing. It’s the same reason I didn’t learn math, separated from science. It’s like teaching people the number 4 is a picture of four apples rather than a thing that has its own meaning.

I mean fuck English for giving us byre/bier/buyer/beer but if you’re going to write a whole book it’s weird to me that you wouldn’t find the differences at least interesting if not intriguing.

I’m not even sure how one comes across those two words in context without reading them??? Maybe at a renaissance fair??? Or in a lecture??? HOW.

It explains SO many things. The pivot to video. The fact that many don’t get to the end of the sentence, let alone article. Here I am perseverating over the nuance of a single verb and every note I get back is just “this is too long, make it shorter.”

I had been seeing more misused homophones in scripts lately (“the king sat on a big gold thrown”) and I wondered how anyone could make those mistakes but NOW MAYBE WE HAVE A CULPRIT.