Ugh, this week is a killer, yo. No, not like a stalker-killer. Like a “I AM SO EXHAUSTED” killer. Even tonight, which is the only night I don’t have something planned, I have to go grocery shopping. And then Saturday night, which is usually my loafing and writing night, I have to do laundry. SO BUSY. In retrospect, I might have planned this week better, had I been thinking more clearly. But sometimes I get in the “DO ALL THE THINGS!” mode, you know? Then halfway through all the things, I get all “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING”-y and need a nap.
Next week is nice, though. Only a few things planned. I’m going to write and write and write and probably turn on the air conditioning because when did summer get here, overnight? It’s muggy all of a sudden, right? Whoo! And we all know what THAT means! It’s the season of the craziest Amy-hair! I mean, all year long I have unruly hair. But when it’s humid out, I get CRAZY unruly hair. With WAVES and FLYAWAYS and STICKY-UPPY PARTS. I look even MORE deranged when it’s humid. It’s just a treat, really.
Last night, I went to dinner with a real-life friend and we had such a nice time catching up and making theatery plans and schemes and I ate many things with much cheese on them. It was fantastic. I know I like you all a great deal, and spending time on the interwebs is just about my favorite things in the whole whole world, but sometimes the real world can be nice, too, you know?
Oh, AND, SIDE NOTE!!! Today is my one-year Twitter anniversary. In case you’re all “WE DON’T CARE WE’RE NOT ON TWITTER RIGHT NOW THIS IS A BLOG,” this blog wouldn’t exist without Twitter, so in a strange way, you DO care. You just don’t know you do. One year ago, I had my shiny new phone (which is, now, a less-shiny, somewhat-scratched-up, yet much-beloved phone) and thought, hey! Twitter might be a good use of my copious free time! And now, almost 16.5 thousand tweets later (and I don’t even want to think about how many DMs), I have NO free time, have met some of the best people I’ve ever known in my life, and have laughed more and harder over the past year than I have ever laughed. My Twitter people are the best. Deciding randomly to sign up for Twitter a year ago? One of the best decisions I ever made. Love you guys to pieces.
Oh, ok, well, now that my wonderful Susie made it OFFICIAL, I can share the top-secret news I am so, so excited about with all of you.
INSATIABLE BOOKSLUTS WON AN AWARD!
You all know I write for Insatiable Booksluts too, right? Not as much as I should. There will be a lot more forthcoming, as my time becomes my own again. ANYWAY, Susie at IB entered a contest sponsored by Goodreads to find the best Independent Book Bloggers in the WHOLE LAND. And we won. YOU GUYS WE WON! Best in the Adult Fiction category! This means she gets an all-expense paid trip to New York City to attend the BookExpo America next month, and she gets to accept a fancy-schmancy award and maybe even make a SPEECH! My dad thinks it’s a major award so that means it’s a leg lamp. I don’t think it’s a leg lamp, how would she get that home on the plane? They’d think she was a terrorist. A LEG LAMP TERRORIST. That’s the worst kind.
(Thank you all for voting for us, seriously. The blog’s only about a year old, and this is just so hellaciously cool I can’t even. THANK YOU.)
Here, I’ll let Susie tell you about it, because she is awesome and so excited and it’s adorable and I’ve been smiling huge all damn day long and wait a minute, because I’m about to geek out all over her. Be prepared, you guys. There’s going to be some gushing.
OK, so honestly, I can’t even remember when Susie and I started chatting on Twitter. September, maybe? I’m thinking fall, somewhere around there. But the VERY FIRST TWEET she sent me she told me she thought we were long-lost siblings. (Sometimes that’s not creepy. You had to be there, I guess.) And you guys, we totally are. Now, you meet all kinds of people online. Some are good; some are downright stabbifying; most are just acquaintances, and you chat, and that’s nice, but that’s as far as it goes. Some, however, some you totally click with. And I don’t mean one of you clicks and the other doesn’t (which we will discuss at another time, as it is something that needs to be discussed); I mean both of you click, and it’s almost audible, that click. You start chatting on Twitter, then you start DMing on Twitter, then you friend each other on Facebook, then you start emailing, and you wake up one day and you realize you’re knit into each other’s lives. That click. It doesn’t happen often. You meet, what, let’s say 500 people online in a year? 750? And that click happens with maybe 6 or 7 of them? And it’s magic every single time. It just WORKS. It’s EASY. It’s like it was always there and you lost it and then you found it again and wondered how you ever lived without it. It’s the reason I laugh at people who discount social media and the friendships made thereon as unreal. They make me sad. They never felt the click. They never found what was lost.
I’m planning to talk more about this another time, because the mechanics of friendships via social media, and how they work (and how they don’t) fascinates me. Expect more soon, I promise. I have a whole post planned. It will be both interesting AND helpful!
Susie and I clicked. We talked and talked and talked. We both love books like crazy people. I loved her blogs. She loved mine. And one day, she asked me to write a piece for her blog. I’d never been asked to guest post! That was exciting! And the guest post became a regular gig and I couldn’t be more proud to be affiliated with Insatiable Booksluts. I’m proud of everything I’ve written there. I’m proud of the work Susie does there; I’m proud of the followers she’s gathered; I’m proud every time I see my name on something posted there. And I’m so, so happy to have Susie in my life. She’s a great friend. She’s passionate and she’s hysterical and she’s loyal and she’s intelligent and she’s brave and she’s honest and she’s just generally kickass all-around. When I have good news that I’m dying to tell someone, Susie’s one of the first people I tell. I know she’ll rejoice with me. And does she ever.
Listen, you all want a Susie in your life. You all do. And I hope you all have one. You all deserve one.
So…Susie’s coming to New York City in three weeks. I live about three hours from New York City. I’m one broke lady, but if I drive to Poughkeepsie, and take the MTA train in off-peak hours? I can spend about ten hours in the City for a little over THIRTY DOLLARS. I know, right? That’s ROUND-TRIP, you guys. OK, well, maybe I have to pay for gas to & from Poughkeepsie, but that’s not too bad. The rest of my cash money? CAN BE SPENT IN NEW YORK CITY.
And what would a person do in New York City if they were to go there from, say, about 11:30am to 8pm on, oh, I don’t know, Tuesday? June fifth? That is, if they were to ask their boss for that day off (and they did) and the boss gave it to them (and he did?)
MEET SUSIE IN PERSON AND HAVE AN EPIC ADVENTURE.
Susie and her husband will be in the City for five days. I get to spend most of one of those days with her.
We’re already planning many photos and much talking and a grand adventure and eating all the foods and then MORE talking and then can you even imagine the blog post that will result? It will be the best.
I’m so excited I have butterflies. I have grand plans to meet OTHER internet people later in the year; this one was unexpected and unplanned and listen, usually I’m all planny-planny I NEED A YEAR TO PREPARE but I don’t even care. I’d do this on two days’ notice. I’d go NOW.
Congratulations, Susie. I love you to death. Thank you for finding me and thank you for being my long-lost sister and thank you for letting me play with you on the blog and thank you for being my friend. We are going to rock New York City’s face off SO EFFING HARD.
Oh, here’s the song from the title. It makes me irrationally happy. I don’t really need any MORE happy today, but maybe you all do? Here you go. I hope your Thursday is stellar.
Oh, hey. Also? Ken‘s traveling to the States today. Ken’s plane, stay up when appropriate and land, also when appropriate, as I have grown to enjoy having Ken in my life. Texas, treat Ken well, that’s an order. I AM SO EXCITED KEN’S ONLY GOING TO BE AN HOUR AWAY FROM ME TIME-ZONE WISE FOR A COUPLE OF WEEKS. So excited, as a matter of fact, I had to all-caps that WHOLE DAMN SENTENCE.
Listen, this week started like shit but it’s really shaping up well. Nice job pulling your head our of your ass, week.