You know what? You know what? Yeah.

sniffyjenkins:

Look, I’m bored, OK?

I could totally stitch this up for you.

My swap piece from Mama Sass arrived today.

MST3K. Robots. My heart is full.

Just received this photo of a Pukka advertisement in the wild from Jamie. So. This is really a thing over there?

I don’t really know what comment to make. I was made aware of this today and felt obligated to share it.

sniffyjenkins:

So this happened yesterday evening.

I found a package from my publisher yesterday when I got home after work. Remember I was still high on presciption opiates (seriously, they were strong), but even without I would have been overwhelmed.

What I did next:

• Gasped.
• Squeed.
• Almost threw up.
• Stroked them.
• Burst into tears.
• Laughed like a hyena.
• Cried some more.
• Smelled them.
• Opened one.
• Sobbed.
• Flicked through a few pages.
• Put it down.
• Fell off the sofa, on which I was kneeling, still in my coat and boots.
• Squealed.
• Whooped.
• Repeat.

These are just proof copies for reviewers and overseas publishers and the final novel will look like the central bit of the illustration you can see on the cover, but holy effing hell I’m unable to describe what it feels like to see my odd little book almost all growed up and printed and bound and my words inside and a photo of me on the back and my name, my fucking name, on the cover.

So there you have it. Another evening of lunacy with Justine.

Also, I do hope whoever reads it likes it. I’m getting a tad nervous.

And by ‘nervous’ I mean ‘fucking terrified’.

(via sniffyjenkins)

Exciting! I want to read it. Like right now!

merlin:

waxandmilk:

Kurt Vonnegut’s Letter To His Father

I’m a pretty huge quote/passage nerd and I definitely need this printed and hung up on my wall. It’s been a few months since I quit and yea I do miss having a steady paycheck and not stressing out about paying next month’s rent (or the current month), but I mean ultimately you just have to do it if you’re really committed to your craft be it writing/design/filmmaking/acting/whatever creative venture you see yourself a part of.

That is unless you DO work for an awesome creative agency or collective/guild/union and have nothing to worry about except poking fun at the less fortunate and maintaining your creative baller status.

In which case I hate you and I hope to be in your position (real) soon.

And so it goes.

via wearethedigitalkids / summerpierre

I wish, I wish, I WISH I could write a letter like this, but I don’t even have a job to quit right now.

The Stitch Project, in which Nicole has gathered submissions from stitchy flickr people to turn into a quilt. MADE OF AWESOME.

I finished this today. Best custom request I have ever received.

(via haleyworldeater)

I’m reblogging someone blogging me. Is that weird? It’s weird, isn’t it? I feel kind of funny. I think I’ll go lie down.