a spy in the house of love

author alexandra bracken

23 Oct
Thank you, fall clothes, for making everybody look like they’re about to go fox hunting in a Jane Austen novel.

Jimmy Fallon’s Thank You Notes  (via shoshanalclark)

(Source: fallontonight)

28 Sep penguin-boy:

Fall is definitely here !

penguin-boy:

Fall is definitely here !

18 Aug

miggylol:

pumpkin spice candles soon

pumpkin lattes soon

pumpkin everything

image

11 Oct
09 Oct

(Source: ammetneb)

26 Sep Where is this?  I want to move there immediately.

Where is this?  I want to move there immediately.

22 Sep

(Source: dream-gazing)

21 Sep kbleu:

Salem, Massachusetts by CrownBus32 on Flickr.

kbleu:

Salem, Massachusetts by CrownBus32 on Flickr.

20 Sep WIP inspiration. Can I tell you a secret, Tumblr?  I started working on a new story, and it’s not the sequel to Black is the Color.*  It’s not even YA! I’m about 4,000 words into it, and while it’s still a little too early to talk about it (you should have seen Jules’ face when I was trying to tell her the basic gist—I’m pretty sure there’s nothing more excruciatingly boring than sitting there while a writer tries to verbally work through a plot), I will say that I do love it down to its strange little bones.  It’s the rare kind of story where the pieces just sort of came to me already fitting together, and all of the funny little details about the characters’ lives and family just sort of float out into words without much conscious thought to them.  (I actually find this a little eerie, because it feels like I know the characters as real people.)  Whenever I would stop and think, “No, this doesn’t make sense” or, “No, this can’t work because of x/y/z,” almost immediately I would have the right answer to explain things away, or the “oh, duh!” solution.  If you write, you know how rare that feeling is, and why you have to cling to it for dear life when you do have it. 
I will admit that I’m worried about what people will think of it.  It has quite a bit of dark humor, and the subject matter can be a little polarizing.  I’m hoping to send my agent a proposal for it by December, and I’m also hoping she’s not going to turn around and be like, “Oh, honey, no…”
Also, I never thought I would top the perfection of Chubs’ real name, but Prosperity Oceanus White is so horrifically wonderful that it’s set a new standard of character naming for me.

* I am, in theory, working on this, too.

WIP inspiration. Can I tell you a secret, Tumblr?  I started working on a new story, and it’s not the sequel to Black is the Color.*  It’s not even YA! I’m about 4,000 words into it, and while it’s still a little too early to talk about it (you should have seen Jules’ face when I was trying to tell her the basic gist—I’m pretty sure there’s nothing more excruciatingly boring than sitting there while a writer tries to verbally work through a plot), I will say that I do love it down to its strange little bones.  It’s the rare kind of story where the pieces just sort of came to me already fitting together, and all of the funny little details about the characters’ lives and family just sort of float out into words without much conscious thought to them.  (I actually find this a little eerie, because it feels like I know the characters as real people.)  Whenever I would stop and think, “No, this doesn’t make sense” or, “No, this can’t work because of x/y/z,” almost immediately I would have the right answer to explain things away, or the “oh, duh!” solution.  If you write, you know how rare that feeling is, and why you have to cling to it for dear life when you do have it. 

I will admit that I’m worried about what people will think of it.  It has quite a bit of dark humor, and the subject matter can be a little polarizing.  I’m hoping to send my agent a proposal for it by December, and I’m also hoping she’s not going to turn around and be like, “Oh, honey, no…”

Also, I never thought I would top the perfection of Chubs’ real name, but Prosperity Oceanus White is so horrifically wonderful that it’s set a new standard of character naming for me.

* I am, in theory, working on this, too.

08 Sep I was talking to one of my coworkers today about how, every year, every September, I alway feel the urge to change my life in some way.  Whether it’s looking for a new job, getting a hair cut, buying a new wardrobe—something has to shift in order for me to process the seasonal change.  I’m sure it has to do with sixteen years of Back-to-School conditioning (that idea that you can start “fresh” every August or September, with a blank slate), it’s just weird that it’s become clockwork for me to stop and ask myself, “Is this where I want to be?  Is this what I want to be doing?”

I was talking to one of my coworkers today about how, every year, every September, I alway feel the urge to change my life in some way.  Whether it’s looking for a new job, getting a hair cut, buying a new wardrobe—something has to shift in order for me to process the seasonal change.  I’m sure it has to do with sixteen years of Back-to-School conditioning (that idea that you can start “fresh” every August or September, with a blank slate), it’s just weird that it’s become clockwork for me to stop and ask myself, “Is this where I want to be?  Is this what I want to be doing?”

25 Aug allthingseurope:

Schwetzingen, Germany
(by Mónica (Monguinhas))

 I’m so ready for fall, you have no idea.  Last night—and I honestly can’t figure out if it was because I was working on BitC or reading A Breath of Snow and Ashes—I had this very vivid dream of being in Virginia, running through the woods in the fall.  I think I might have been near Charlottesville (which is weird in and of itself, since when I dream about Virginia, it’s usually Williamsburg), but I’m not sure. 

allthingseurope:

Schwetzingen, Germany

(by Mónica (Monguinhas))

 I’m so ready for fall, you have no idea.  Last night—and I honestly can’t figure out if it was because I was working on BitC or reading A Breath of Snow and Ashes—I had this very vivid dream of being in Virginia, running through the woods in the fall.  I think I might have been near Charlottesville (which is weird in and of itself, since when I dream about Virginia, it’s usually Williamsburg), but I’m not sure. 

21 Aug allthingseurope:

Krakow, Poland (by mattrulez)

allthingseurope:

Krakow, Poland (by mattrulez)