a spy in the house of love

author alexandra bracken

18 Aug

miggylol:

pumpkin spice candles soon

pumpkin lattes soon

pumpkin everything

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11 Oct
27 Oct
11 Oct life-love-laughter:

I love Virginia in the fall


I may have fallen in love with Boston this weekend, but sweet, sweet Virginia is still one of my favorite places in the world.

life-love-laughter:

I love Virginia in the fall

I may have fallen in love with Boston this weekend, but sweet, sweet Virginia is still one of my favorite places in the world.

11 Oct lemonadeandivy:

FALL.

lemonadeandivy:

FALL.

09 Oct

(Source: ammetneb)

05 Oct theclotheshorse:

maison scotch lookbook


Do I dare?
Do I dare attempt tights with shorts?

theclotheshorse:

maison scotch lookbook

Do I dare?

Do I dare attempt tights with shorts?

04 Oct

(Source: fecastleberry.com)

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

Where is this?  I want to move there immediately.

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.

16 Sep lemonadeandivy:

toggle attack…
~ leighton coat by liberty freedom
the brits know how to do toggles

 Love this!  I want to try to replace my red hooded coat this year and I was thinking about going with a pretty navy or dark gray (though I do still love red…). 

lemonadeandivy:

toggle attack…

~ leighton coat by liberty freedom

the brits know how to do toggles

 Love this!  I want to try to replace my red hooded coat this year and I was thinking about going with a pretty navy or dark gray (though I do still love red…). 

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?”

02 Sep life-love-laughter:

Crock Pot Baked Apples. Perfect fall tailgating treat!
 
Ingredients
1/4 cup brown sugar1/4 cup walnuts, chopped2 tablespoons trans-fat free margarine1 teaspoon cinnamon6 Gala or Macintosh apples, cored1/2 cup apple juice or apple cider2 tablespoons orange liquor (optional)
Directions
Preheat a large crock-pot on high heat and preset it for 3 hours. In a large bowl, mix brown sugar, walnuts, margarine, and cinnamon. Fill the apples with the filling and place them in the crock-pot. Pour in the apple juice or cider and the liquor, if using. Cover and cook 2 1/2 to 3 hours on high heat until the apples are soft and begin to collapse.

WHY DO I NOT OWN A CROCK POT?

life-love-laughter:

Crock Pot Baked Apples. Perfect fall tailgating treat!

Ingredients

1/4 cup brown sugar
1/4 cup walnuts, chopped
2 tablespoons trans-fat free margarine
1 teaspoon cinnamon
6 Gala or Macintosh apples, cored
1/2 cup apple juice or apple cider
2 tablespoons orange liquor (optional)

Directions

Preheat a large crock-pot on high heat and preset it for 3 hours. In a large bowl, mix brown sugar, walnuts, margarine, and cinnamon. Fill the apples with the filling and place them in the crock-pot. Pour in the apple juice or cider and the liquor, if using. Cover and cook 2 1/2 to 3 hours on high heat until the apples are soft and begin to collapse.

WHY DO I NOT OWN A CROCK POT?

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.