Alice Bradley's Weekly Newsletter: Don't worry, I've got this
Boy, do I want to fight someone. I’m in a real scrappy mood. So hey, all my pals, all of you people who are worried about the current state of the world: I'm on the case. I'm going to fight anyone who gives us a hard time. You should see my moves*.
(*Ineffectual flailing of arms while the person stares in disgust—and then wonder, as I just continue to flail.)
Anyhoozle, here are some links for you to enjoy.
STUFF I DID:
Perimenopause: A Fun Little Play
The Archangel Michael: Dear God, how do we inform women that it's time to stop procreating?
God: What do you mean, "time to stop"?
Michael: Well, they can’t do it when they’re 80, right? Their bones would break.
God: Oh, they’ll certainly be dead by 50. Look how many diseases I made up. (Points to diseases.)
You gotta laugh, or you'll never stop throwing up! That's my motto.
League of Awkward Unicorns, Episode 17: Burnout is Not a Merit Badge (with Arianna Huffington)
We interviewed AHuff! I was pretty concerned throughout that I might launch into my uncanny Arianna impersonation. Fortunately I held back. And Arianna told us why we need to sleep! It’s even more important than our tired brains can imagine.
OTHER STUFF THAT IS ALSO GOOD:
I don’t know what’s good and what’s bad with cars.
I can relate to this, and I’m not even a dude. I’m afraid to talk to adults in general. Will they want to discuss annuities? What’s an annuity?
Bowerbirds: An Exhibit
Male bowerbirds construct elaborate structures to attract themselves a special lady-friend. The females will check out several bowers and watch the males engage in courtship displays, and mate with whomever’s coolest, I guess. This bird's pink paperclip's going to get him so much action.
What Our Editors Look for on an Opening Page
The first page should answer the following question: “What is one thing this book does better than any other book?”
This was an inspiring read and a much-needed reminder that editors are people who got into the business because they love books. It’s easy, as a writer, to forget that, and think they’re just people who enjoy making you cry.
(Not my editors, of course. My editors have all been stellar human beings.)
I gotta go work on some first lines,