Saturday, November 9, 2013

My heroes get younger as I get older. Wait...

I was first introduced to Lorde by Maggie Stiefvater, who had made a writer's playlist that included Lorde's stellar song "Tennis Court". I listened for words, and for music. It was addictive.

Then I heard "Royals", and was swept away. Using beautifully constructed pop music to talk about pop music...

I assume I am not the only ancient trying to sing the lyrics.

And I found out she'd received flack for saying that one of Selena Gomez's songs conveyed a portrait of women that Lorde, as a feminist, was a bit tired of. I'm so happy that she said this.

She's only sixteen. I hope her career continues to be beautiful.


The Day of the Dead is Laurent's and my anniversary. We haven't yet celebrated it this year. Maybe it's feeling a little too morbid.


Words are finally beginning to struggle for freedom as NaNoWriMo progresses. Alas, they are not the words in this year's novel. A happy, dull, complacent little story, I'm afraid.

Nope, what I really want to write is a long stream of nonsense that curdles sentences, and makes letters fall apart. Side effect of chemo?


  1. Julia, it's my first time visiting your blog. Your artwork is beautiful. Just wanted to let you know I'm thinking of you and praying for your recovery. Happy Thanksgiving.

  2. Thank you, Deanie, for your visit. Come back around again!

    I hope your Thanksgiving is marked by a lack of struggle with crazy drivers. (We just got back from braving the roads of Boston on the Wednesday before T Day...)