Before I begin this review, I’d like to say that this is part of my plan to do more book reviews. My friend behind Canada’s Bookworm plans to read 100 Books by the end of 2017.
I can’t say whether or not I’ll do the same, but I want to post more about the books I’m reading. I figure it only makes sense to post about what I’m reading, as a writer, and the posts will probably explain a lot about why my creative writing projects are the way they are.
For my first book of these reviews, I’m talking about Jenny Lawson’s “Furiously Happy”, a book that came into my life at the right time.
One of the few things that always puts me in a good mood is visiting a music store. I love going through bins of CDs, taking home one or more new spin, and listening to music in my room whilst flipping through the artwork and learning the lyrics.
Day #1: A song you like with a colour in the title.
“Dirty Blonde – The Arkells
I liked a couple of songs by The Arkells before I bought “High Noon”, but songs like this made me love the album. I knew I had to see them in concert after I gave the album its first spin. Though one of my favourite bands, Mother Mother, was also performing, so I was going to go anyway.
This shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone at all, but I have a lot of CDs. I still buy them in the physical edition from time to time, though that’s considered passe. There’s something about going to the record store and buying a CD, looking through all of the artwork and lyrics in the booklets and deciding if it’s worthy to put on my iTunes that’s so satisfying.
Most of my album collection is from my teen years. Music blocked everything out for me, and it still does, so I thought I’d write about 10 albums that left an impact on teenaged me. Everyone’s doing it on Facebook, so I figured why not.
I’d like to add this isn’t the first time I saw this on social media. Three years ago, people were doing the “12 albums” tag about the same thing, but nobody tagged me. I was going to post it, but then it became irrelevant by the time I wrote it out three years ago.
My opinion on what albums meant a lot to me in my teens won’t change, because my teen years are what they are, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I hope you like pop-punk because there’s a lot of it here.
If anyone knows me, they know I talk a lot about my golden retriever Tommy. I’ll also post a lot of pictures of him on social media.
It’s no secret that I am a dog person, and always will be. I grew up with goldens my whole life, including Chester. He was our family pet from when I was in the third grade, up until he passed away the summer I finished my third year of university. He would have had his 16th birthday this year.
What? I’m a crazy dog lady, like my mom and my Nana.
He made me smile, with all the weird thing he ate, his love of chewing on ice cubes, his ability to give high fives, and his desire to always receive attention like a typical goldie.
Rather than write a sappy post about how much I miss him, even though I miss him dearly, I thought I’d write a funny story about one of the few times I could ever be mad at my dog and the day he taught me something about myself.
I kind of hate this title, to be honest. My biggest lesson in 2016 was that I don’t have to tell every single person every single thing that has ever happened to me. I am still bad with oversharing, and probably will be, but I also feel like I shouldn’t have to justify my actions or my circumstances just because someone else feels it’s not the way they live their life.
If you follow me on Instagram (@emilywritesalot), you probably saw my resolutions already on when I was doing the Night Eyes Countdown to 2017, which I didn’t end up finishing. I made three goals: Send my novel to a publishing company, try downhill skiing, and take better care of myself.
I thought I’d explain why I want to meet these goals this year.