Hello, audience! Meaning Mom, Dad, and my own consciousness! It's been a minute. But, you know, better late than never?
(I actually think it's better to be never than to be late, because I believe that being late is a sin that cannot be redeemed by posthumous effort, but what is life if not amending your mindset to better navigate the winds of change? What is life if not understanding that with age comes a greater urge to employ stale adages?)
So here's what's been happening. In the nine months since I wrote about #veganproblems for Mic.com, I've been writing about books for Bustle.com as their Books Fellow/assistant to the brilliant and lovely Meredith Turits, a job that mostly entailed hauling Meredith out from under a sea of books sent to us by publishers for feature or review. Then I'd separate the good books from the mediocre and compile a best-of list for the forthcoming months, which ended up looking something like this. But I also got to do more of what I did pre-Fellowship, which was creating content kinda like this.
In other words? Being the Bustle Books Fellow was my dream job. I couldn't have asked for an apter or more fulfilling first gig outta college, and I'm so grateful to have had the opportunity to work with the badass Bustle ladies. Okay, sweet slop: over.
So here's what else is happening: I'm going back to NYU, because I am nothing if not a glutton for (wait for it) unlimited access to the fourth floor of Bobst, clean restrooms in various locations around lower Manhattan, and these really tasty vegan black bean wraps I can somehow only find at Kimmel. But I'm actually returning to my Fighting Violet roots to pursue my MFA in Creative Writing in Fiction. Those other perks only influenced my decision by, like, 54%.
That's what's happening around Caroline Country. What's going on in your neck of the woods? Can you tell I've been watching The Today Show every morning and that I'm really ready to haul myself back into civilization?
