This morning I pasted an image in the wrong text thread, so my entire family was posting cute kid videos and sending sweet Christmas wishes and this was my response
The Blood Sisters were groups of lesbians who started donating blood in the early '80s because gay men couldn't. When I first heard about them, I wept as hard as I would have over news of another death.
#WorldAIDSDay
My first boyfriend died before the Google Age, so there's not a lot about him online. Today would have been his 75th birthday, so I'm celebrating with a list of things the world should know about him
Friend : Are all your writers firing you?
Me: Yeah, probably.
Friend:
Me: Oh, you mean the WGA thing? No, I'm not that kind of agent.
Friend: But. All your writers are firing you?
Me: Yeah, probably.
A friend is upset that his boyfriend got a dog without permission but its name is Chubby and JUST LOOK AT THAT FACE which makes the whole apocalypse thing easier to handle
Our oldest dog can no longer hear, and today the vet threw cotton balls at his face and he didn’t blink until after they hit, which is how I learned our oldest dog also cannot see
Horrible world got you down? A Great Dane puppy is your answer! This is Mannix. He's just shy of 9 weeks and can already stick the landing on his graceful dismount from the couch
My first boyfriend would have been 79 today. He died in 1993 so he didn't see the horror of the 21st century - which may be good because the battles he picked were like, "The plural of 'iris' is 'irides,' not 'irises.'" He would have spontaneously combusted by now
#PrideMonth
After a brilliant
@LucasESchaefer
piece was published in
@onestorymag
nearly 6 years ago, I offered him representation...and he turned me down! That was merely the first twist to our fantastic origin story. Spoiler: check out the happy ending
A writer responded to a rejection recently and apparently this is my brand: "Your message gave me hope while quashing it at the same time, which is a neat trick."
A brilliant performance in an early 2018 film can get overlooked for 2019 awards, so I'm boosting this to avoid an Oscar snub.
For Your Consideration:
Gunther as Best Supporting Actor in "How to Annihilate a Sleeve of Thin Mints for Lunch"
When I ordered a cord of firewood, I didn't think to ask, "Will you be delivering it in a truck with a 'Hillary for Prison 2016' bumpersticker?" Now I know.
Because I'm in a high risk group,
@augusten
has quickly and brilliantly designed a life in which I never have to leave the house. It's like Beauty & the Beast except he's the pretty one
Yesterday I submitted a project to an editor who rejected it 33 minutes later. I appreciate the speed and though I believe that is a record, I'm not daring anyone to try to break it. Take the whole hour if you need it.
My mom was a beloved elementary school teacher for many years, so I'm proud at how she's shouldered the responsibility of being so many people's password security answer
I donated books with "positive lead female characters" to a local school through
@DonorsChoose
and I got amazing thank you letters from 5th graders, including one from Addison, who seems destined for a career in publishing.
#sharethanks
I made gluten-free, vegan mac & cheese for my diet-restricted husband, who gave it his highest compliment in a next-day review: "It tasted like it should have made me sick but it didn't!"
I don’t understand why “gobbled it down” and “gobbled it up” mean the same thing and also why those cops haven’t been arrested for killing
#BreonnaTaylor
almost 5 months ago
Today is our 6th anniversary and
@augusten
decorated a corner of the house with reminders of my 30 years in NYC, including paintings from the apartment by
@RIPLEYTHEBAND
and
@zetastatic
Text from Mom:
Enough talk of boxes. I want the part where they slap the ties on his chubby orange wrists and hold his pumpkin head as he is crammed into the police car
The next time someone asks the all-too-common question, "What's the secret to writing a book?" I'm going to tell them the truth:
Use "Insert Page Break"
*not*
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Subway loudmouth bragging to his friend about his great line to a woman who colored her hair: "So I asked her, does the carpet match the rug?" Some guys don't even know how to be misogynist assholes correctly.
I just turned down a memoir by a former TV star who half-insulted me in the first sentence of his query letter. Buddy, the world is already on fire, you didn't have to light that match.
For many years my parents have known a couple who only recently showed the shocking depths of their racism. Now those people are going through rough times, so in lieu of thoughts and prayers, I'm making a BLM donation in their names. Get well soon!
The NYC apartment I rented for cheap for 30 years sold for $2.3 million. I hope the buyers know that price tag includes the ghost of my first boyfriend, who died in the primary bedroom and who was a wicked prankster *when he was alive*
If spring was a horror novel (and it pretty much is), Forsythia would be the young girl who blossoms before any of her peers in the opening chapter, then vanishes abruptly. And the entire town is thrown into chaos for the remainder of the book
An owl and a woodpecker are both making noise outside my office. I'm pretty sure they're friends and I've become trapped inside a children's picture book
I was five degrees of separation from my nephew's college graduation today. This is
1) my phone screenshot
2) of a shared screen
3) on a family Zoom conference
4) of a livestream
5) of the ceremony
Just like being there!
Huge congrats to Ben
Our Italian Greyhound has freaky performative food rituals that involve an elaborate dance, the flinging of select pellets from the bowl, rules about who gets to watch. I'm going to film it and call it Mr. Wiley's Dinner Panto and he will win an Oscar
A publisher sent me an email that begins, "Hey Christopher--so you were right and I was wrong, let me get the payment together" and I'm not sure if I'm done for the day or just beginning
12 years ago, I thought I’d go to the grave without anyone ever knowing my real story. But, here I am today in
@nytimes
because I came out and told my true story. Forgive me if I wax rhapsodic and use coarse language, but I’m so fucking proud of who I am and how far I have come.
Today's best query typo: "My previous effort defiled all expectations." I'm sure it did but this sounds like every current news cycle so I have to pass.
It's always flattering to be told how many agents someone has approached before they stooped to me but it's a special thrill when the number is so high I didn't even know that many agents existed
We've had no hot water since Friday, so after doing backbreaking yard work and washing off in a creek, I manifested my childhood dream of becoming Pa Ingalls
A fun thing about mask wearing (aside from the saving lives thing) is that I removed mine at a medical appointment & the doctors gasped upon seeing my giant horseshoe mustache, like the Scarlet Pimpernel had thrown back his cloak and revealed his identity