Sunday, September 30, 2012

list of things to be afraid of? just got longer.

Once upon a time yesterday, Boyfriend and I watched a TV show. You've probably heard of it: The Walking Dead.

Anyway. Remember how in my last post I was talking about what a baby I am and how I'm still afraid of the dark and all that?

Well, now I'm afraid of another new thing.

It's zombies. And I was going to put up a picture of one just now, but then I Google Image searched "The Walking Dead" and nearly threw my laptop across the room and hid under my sheets. Because apparently while I sit here typing about how terrified I am of the zombies in this show, I somehow didn't realize that if I searched for a picture of one to put on my blog, I'd have to see those zombies that I'm so terrified of all over again.

And also, I just can't have that kind of horror on my blog. Too too scary for me.

But anyway. If you haven't seen this show, here is what you need to know about it:

  • Zombies.
  • Scary zombies
  • Zombies that chase you
  • Zombies that eat you
  • Zombies that are scary
  • Zombies that make weird gurgly dead noises
  • Zombies that can live even if they don't have legs
  • Zombies are scary
  • You might need a man to protect you from the tv. Hopefully you have one of those.
  • If you are afraid of the dark... your life is pretty much over.
  • Zombies are yucky and gross.
  • I hope the Zombie Apocalypse never ever happens ever EVER.
  • If you see a Zombie, run away. Don't shoot it. Because more zombies will come and then you will DIE.
  • Zombies in large numbers might eat your horse.
  • Zombies are the most horrible things ever 
  • Boyfriend says that zombies are not real, and he keeps reminding me that they can't get me because they don't exist. But they looked pretty real in that episode I watched, and how is Boyfriend going to know if the Zombie Apocalypse is starting tomorrow and zombies are going to start existing?
  • If you are me, you should probably never watch that show again. Even if you want to know if the people survive the zombie attacks and find their families and stuff. Because there are zombies in this show. And you are so scared of them you almost cried, remember?

There, I think that's a pretty good list.

Basically my point is that I'm a big baby. And if you aren't a big baby, maybe you'll think the zombies are cool. And maybe you'll like this show. Maybe it will be your new obsession. Maybe you will dress up as one of the zombies for Halloween (if you do, pretty pretty please don't come to my apartment unless you want to see me cry. I'm not joking).

All I can say is that it's a good thing that Boyfriend bought me a giant teddy bear this summer to protect me from the zombies.

Have you ever watched The Walking Dead
What are you afraid of?

Thursday, September 27, 2012

are you afraid of the dark?

For the record, yes. I am totally afraid of the dark. A big baby.

But actually this post is more about fear in general.

See, today I went to that Book Academy writers' conference (which was tons of fun, just so you know). And there was this workshop class by Josi S. Kilpack about overcoming writer's block... which was perfect for me. It's like she read my blog post last week and was like, "Oh, poor Jessica. I'm going to teach a class so she can not suck at writing anymore."

Anyway, she talked all about lots of different reasons why people get writer's block, and the last one she mentioned was fear.

And I said to myself, "Good crap, she's a genius."

Why do I have writer's block? Because I'm a big pansy! I'm afraid of writing a whole new book and having it get rejected a bajillion and a half times. I'm afraid of having anybody read it because oh my gosh what if they hate it. I'm afraid of trying a new genre. I'm afraid of being a failure.

I am, as they say, a "'fraidy cat."

So after this moment of head-smacking-ness, Josi pulls out this awesome quote that I had to write down because of how brilliant it is:

The ONE factor that makes the difference between those who are successful and those who are not is whether they act on their fears or act in spite of them. THAT is the only determining factor.

Bam. Try that one on for size.

I know what I'm gonna do now. I'm gonna go write the heck out of that book. And the next one. And the next one.

And I'm gonna get published one day. Because I'm a ninja, and I'm better than fear.

What about you?

I don't know if that fear of the dark is going anywhere for a while. We're gonna take this one step at a time. 

Baby steps.

Saturday, September 22, 2012

to-do list: homework. write your novel.

Well. I got one of those things done today.

It's not too hard to do homework when that homework consists of reading this book:

And sitting next to this guy:

Yep. Twist my arm, right?

So the homework's done. I'm so proud of myself. But the word count for my novel today? A big fat zero. I don't know why, but taking a break from writing while school got so crazy has made it really hard to get back into it. I feel like I never know where the story's going, my characters aren't speaking to me, the plot isn't engaging... I don't know what to do.

I think this is what they call "Writer's Block." So. Anybody know how to cure it? I'm getting desperate!

In other news, this song is the newest purchase on my ipod and I can't get it out of my head. In a I-love-this-song-so-much-I-wish-I-could-blast-it-on-repeat-all-day-long-and-I-totally-would-if-I-didn't-have-roommates!!! kind of way.


But really... How do I get rid of Writer's Block???

Thursday, September 20, 2012


I'm a happy camper today. Wanna know why?

1Guess what I have in my freezer?!

Taken from:

2Guess who I get to see every day?!

3Guess what I get to do next week?!

Taken from:

4Guess what kind of book I'm writing right now?!

Taken from:

5Guess what day tomorrow is?!?!?!?!?!

Taken from:

Yeah... Life is so so good.
What's good in your lives today?

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

i'm not cheating on my boyfriend. he knows all about my secret love. don't worry about it.

So... the other day I was hanging out at my friend Adrienne's house (Because their little 3-month-old Oliver is the cutest baby in the history of ever. True story). The dashing boyfriend, Jon, and I were watching some random TV show while I was bouncing Ollie on my lap, and Adrie was sitting on the couch next to us enjoying the break from holding the baby by clicking around on Pinterest. Out of the blue, she laughs out loud and says, "Oh man, Jessica... You have to see this. It's totally something you would say."

I lean over and see this picture on her screen:

taken from:

If you know anything about me at all, you know that I love--no, worship--Nutella. Score one point for Adrie, 'cause she definitely knew.

Anyway, today's post is a short one. But well worth it because nothing known to man is better than Nutella.

Here is my super awesome haiku just for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!

Ode to Nutella
Nutella is the
Most delicious thing ever made.
It is so good. Yum.

I was born to be a poet, obviously.

Anybody else love Nutella?

Tuesday, September 11, 2012


I know I haven't posted in a long time... Life has gotten crazy. But I'm back, and I'll be posting more regularly again (I hope!)

But today I don't have any drawings. Today I have only a story.

Just like many of you, I remember exactly where I was exactly eleven years ago that fateful morning when the towers fell, when innocent lives were taken, and when everyday Americans like you and me came together.

I was young. Middle school. I didn't understand.

I lived far away. Thousands of miles from the tragedy. Thousands of miles away from the rubble and the smoke.

Nobody I knew died. Nobody I knew suffered.

But that day changed me.

Today's story is a story of hope.

Eleven years ago, our country stood together, clasped hands, and fought for the freedom that makes America bright. Eleven years ago, it didn't matter whether you were rich or poor, whether you were religious or atheist, whether you were gay or straight, or whether you were Republican or Democrat. Eleven years ago, all that mattered was that America could not... would not... sit idly by and let the fires of terrorism take away what it stood for.

But today, eleven years later, we are divided. All of those things that didn't matter on that day now drive us apart as we argue and bicker and fight and hate... and we forget.

Please don't forget.

I propose that there is still hope. That this story is not over. That we can set aside our differences and join hands with other Americans who are different from us and proclaim that we will not back down.

Our freedom is on the line.

Please don't let the memories of that unity die in vain.

Our freedom makes everything possible.

I have a family.

I have friends.

I have people and memories and moments that mean the world to me.

But none of it would be possible without that freedom that I've taken for granted for so long.

Today is 9/11/2012.

Today is the day I stop taking my blessings for granted.

Please don't let the hate tear us apart any longer.