Average cheeseburgers, Bridget Jones, and an almost finished hat

and perhaps a puppy

I may or may not be getting a puppy on Friday. This may or may not be a terrible idea considering Momfluenced publishes in less than a month. Granted the puppy is 5 months old and already crate-trained but STILL. So that’s me. Dreaming about puppies and podcast interviews and google calendar invites and time zone mix-ups and relating way too much to this write-up of what happens to an author’s brain/life/psyche/assessment of reality when she publishes a book. Oh and grieving the most recent school shooting because we live in a place where grieving school shootings is what we do rather than stopping school shootings from happening in the first place. (Related reading).

Reading

I loved this conversation in

Jeanna Kadlec

’s newsletter,

astrology for writers

about astrology, limitations, and ghosts so much.

I always appreciate

Motherlingual

!

We associate food with memories, and memories with time, and time with childhoods, parenting, and life and that is all important and wonderful but also, heavy. Sometimes, a burger is just a burger, delicious even though it wasn’t made with love by mom or mama, has no cultural connection, but was made in minutes, by some 17-year-old kid, working a summer job, with all the time in the world.

Here’s the full piece 👇

Hands of (Mother) Time

Absolutely obsessed with

Lindy West

’s newsletter,

Butt News

. So so so funny and delightful and perfectly right on. If there’s one thing you read this week, let it be this! Here’s Lindy on (the movie), Bridget Jones’s Diary:

I truly think, and this is not hyperbole, that every woman would benefit from eating disorder treatment! Every single one! We’re fucked!

Back to the movie: the fact that the filmmakers made Renee Zellweger gain 20 pounds for this role (because in the book Bridget is lightly porky) and then we destroyed her in the media for gaining weight is a human rights violation that needs Mark Darcy’s attention. Someone should be in jail for that.

People on the internet are freaking out about an author profile.