I'm Julie & Julia-ing myself
This is not the beginning (obvs, there are not beginnings, nor endings etc etc), but it’s where (and when) I’m going to make some mistakes. It’s a project - writing, cooking, self-discovery (yuck yuck, gross, I hate it, go have an affair while you’re at it [goddamn quarter-mid-life crisis]) - and it’s a way to keep me in line.
I can’t have a job right now (#privilege #cantstopcryingatwork #thebastardsranmedown), but I can’t ignore all I’ve wanted to do for so so long and have pretended not to.
I want to be a really good cook. I want to be a really good writer. I want to be the centre of attention. I want to be shameless and hilarious. I want to learn, to make mistakes, to learn how to make mistakes that are not just for show, or (heaven forfend) for copy.
This will not be daily, weekly, monthly or any sort of -ly. I will have in my mind a little SMART goal, and I will throw it out whenever I can. I will not always cook from Sohla El-Waylly’s ‘Start Here’, and I will not always have anything of interest to say (I know, how could you believe that, this scintillating prose has you thoroughly engaged). I will sometimes read over what I write, I will sometimes not. I will sometimes take a topic: Nora Ephron and ‘Everything is Copy’; Julia Child, Sohla El-Waylly and parasocial relationships; media trending from the outsider to the insider - race, gender presentation, whether one has inherited riches beyond those wildest dreams; literally anything Contrapoints or Münecat or Michael Hobbes or Hunter Harris have already made much more competent media about.
I’m also going to be very wrong and horribly embarrassed.
Enjoy! xoxo