inventing words

this collection of words is not the result of  a New Year’s resolution…I promise. For quite some time I have quietly pondered coming back here…But sometimes it is hard to find a reason to come back when you never had a solid reason for leaving. 

but I am back…spiraling into control.

hope the holidays found you happy and well…

how to be a blogging superstar

It was freaking humid with a heat index of about 112 degrees, but I sat under that vinyl, event tent drinking water every ten seconds anyway. Because the third most popular blogger in the world was giving a seminar…and I was going to listen. I even asked a a couple questions in front of all the other listeners. I know, pretty gutsy. In short his answers to my questions were much the same as all the problogger articles I have exhaustively read and all the tweets I have followed…Have good content, be yourself, and have catchy titles.

lovely.

good content? I love writing about my garden that doesn’t fully exist, and my nutrition research, while I haven’t actually been cooking for myself in weeks…not to mention my geeky coffee posts, oh- and the great give-aways that no one enters. Who wouldn’t love that content?? I mean if nina  can talk about watermelon slushies and her summer weekends successfully, why can’t I?

Be myself?? Uh, that results in church people asking if I am ok. Church people- I love you, and that you read my blog…you are my dearest supporter, and I am fine. really. 

Catchy titles??? ahem, look up…that catchy enough?

You may be wondering why I’m freaking out…I’ll tell you, in a neat little outline…because I like to number things.

1. I am not freaking out- I don’t freak out, everyone knows that…right?

2. I have dreams, people…I may be pretty grounded, but I have serious writing goals…and I get so inspired by the bloggers that I follow.

3. People have been coming to me for blogging advice…and I give it, like I know what Im talking about. If only they could see my stats and see how un-popular I am.

4. I saw this post today…and wished with all my heart that I could apply. It is totally my pre-dream job, dream job. 

thanks for reading. I really needed to tell you that…don’t worry, the typical,pretty posts will be back soon. also, if  by chance you don’t know me and you’re reading…do you write? What’s your story…I would love to hear.

photo credit: denise

off and on

lately life has been busy and my head too full of a wide spectrum of thoughts…writers, how do you find the time and energy to stay consistent? 

today is rainy and cold…I don’t think the Indiana natives are enjoying it too much…but for me, its lovely.

presque isle- marquette, mi

new snow.

It is snowing again!

Spent the afternoon playing around with my blog and drinking tea…re-designing. Like it?

coffee and pretty, little dreams.

Can I just say how much I miss third wave coffee?

 

Enjoying a cappuccino while I write.

I know I mention starbucks alot when I write. I know I’m there kind of a lot. I know I shamelessly defend my right to be there. But the truth is that despite the pretty jazz music, nice atmosphere, and how legit I feel while writing there…I really don’t love their coffee at all. I really don’t even feel like I’m at a “Coffee Shop” I mainly feel like I’m at “Starbucks”.

 

I also know that I have access to an awesome bar right across my driveway. Who doesn’t love their church owning a coffee roaster? I probably take that for granted, and by that I mean I do. But you know being part of the internship puts a lot in you and takes a lot out. So sometimes you just need that “other place” to be.

So at the moment I am dreaming about on of my favorite coffee shops. It’s little and tucked away down a cobblestone alley called Nikels Arcade…The walls are painted blue, and lots of lovely people from Ann Arbor come to get their coffee and then it’s off to teach or attend class. The University of Michigan is close by…and Comet Coffee is pretty popular…The line is often out the door, but moves quickly. Comet’s baristas are so welcoming, they make good coffee and good jokes. People are just happy. Not to mention the cute northern style everyone wears…Hiking boots, wool socks, winter colours, frizzy-ish hair…it’s all part living in Michigan. So if you ever are in Ann Arbor, Michigan stop by an order a cappuccino.

Someday I hope to write for a magazine or newspaper…I hope to be working on my little laptop at a little blue coffee shop. I know those are pretty little dreams…So support print media.

Would sales increase with purple instead of green?

Good afternoon from Starbucks…Where I am currently sitting in a better state of mind. I feel all proud of myself and legit, seeing as I am at Starbucks blogging…just like those super-neat, artsy, bloggers I so envy. Because there isn’t a whole lot for me to say I will resort to a few bullet points to tell the tales of my oberservations here on a Sunday.

• Starbucks might need a few more tables, seating was a bit sparse today.
• There is a certain “type” of man who works here, and a certain “type” of girl…they usually compliment each other quite well.
• I came here to get work done…this is a great place to pretend to get work done.
• The crooked grout lines on the floor reminds me of laying tile in our basement with my dad. He didn’t end up with crooked grout lines for the record
• It’s sunny in Indiana today.
• My mood is improved…mostly because I forgot to order decaf. I hate fake good days…but hey I am in much need of it, so I will take it.
• Classes start tomorrow…so if there is a literal “peaceful still” it’s because I’m overwhelmed.
• Trying to find free lance writing work…Maybe if I act like Ke$ha I could get a column at collegecandy.com or something trashy like that.
• The real irony is I am here working on a meal plan for the internship…So here is Ms. natural-realfood-hippie girl lowering her standards…mentally atleast.
• My roommate is here with me…sitting across the table…we haven’t really spoken at all…Well, all of our conversation has been over facebook chat.
• Now I just feel like I should paint my nails with glitter or something
• AHHH WHO AM I?
• Yes, the golden question of my generation.
• Man, this place makes me miss Dead River Coffee

I will just leave you with this picture.

Proof we are at Starbucks working.