When you get hacked on a Sunday morning, the Sunday of the week you’re officially announcing your book to your own little world, you feel a bit ill.
I’m working to fix it, but for now, steer clear of my Twitter page, OK? I’ll meet you here (or here) instead.
For fun, while I wait for tech support and for the quiche to cool and for Scout to wake, here’s a brain dump of everything I would’ve tweeted. C’est la vie:
Well, this looks like the best sandwich on the Internet.
10 words for emotions you didn’t even know you had. (Awumbuk, check. Depaysement, check.)
Also, new word: tsundoku. (Checkmate.)
A super pretty (but super pretty pricey) incense holder.
On aging: “I want the thing that makes me look younger, not the thing that makes me look like I did the thing.”
Confetti for writers. Lorrie Moore anything.
Asking. This one stayed with me.
Recovering from legalism:“The truth is that once I’ve seen something one way, it’s hard for me to trick my eyes into seeing it differently.”
Daily letters to the ocean. Return to sender; this place does not exist.
A surprisingly good winter palette for you beauty fans.