Having learned about SEO at the NYU Summer Publishing Institute, I was curious as to how my little blog was doing. Luckily, with WordPress, you can check what search terms are getting people to your blog. Here are my favorite search terms that have gotten people to my blog:
- “giant romper” (This has apparently gotten me two views.)
- “piece of gum “cavernous vagina”” (This has also gotten two views! Glad multiple people are searching cavernous vaginas. It’s from this entry about Bossypants.)
- “read to the blind” (…not sure why this got someone to my blog. Possibly The Blind Assassin?)
- “bossypants quotes “batshit crazy”” (Thanks, Tina Fey. You’re getting my blog several views.)
- “things to do when unemployed” (Probably don’t read my blog.)
- “handmaids tale dying” (Why did someone search for this? P.S., Thanks Margaret Atwood.)
- “spoiler water for elephants” (Someone is looking for spoilers! Not a good book or movie, so probably the best way to save yourself some time.)
Once again, I almost forgot about my whole “blog every day” thing. It’s the weekend, though, and most bloggers ditch the internet on the weekends, anyway. Because I don’t have a lot of time, here’s a list of things that are weird that I’ve done / have happened to me in NYC so far:
- Wrote an article for lumberjacks out of work.
- Wrote a blog entry in the medieval style. You know. Because so many medieval dudes had blogs.
- Made an InDesign page with roughly 10 pictures of dogs on it.
- Edited out a watermark on a picture of a monkey reading a book.
- Edited out a watermark on a picture of a bunch of smiling cartoon vegetables.
- Went to Thrillerfest.
- Sat next to KATIE whose neighboring seat was immediately filled by the failed actress we had just been making fun of. (Don’t worry, she was not aware.)
- Woke up before 6am to go to a concert in Central Park before my magazine for lumberjacks was judged. (P.S. It was Florence and the Machine and it was AWESOME.)
- At said concert, had flowers thrown at me. (To be fair, thrown at whole crowd.)
- Was approached by a squirrel with a head injury. Super awkward. Squirrel, I’m just not that into you.
- Witnessed a man who probably had Tourette syndrome yelling at a bus. A lot. With many swears. Many many swears.
- Introduced “Macaroni and Cheese” as a food group in my diet.
- Also, “Coffee.”
- Read the entirety of Vampire Academy in like two days. (Yes, I’m kind of ashamed.)
- Learned that I go through roughly one roll of toilet paper a week. Maybe. In any case, four of us go through four rolls. Hot dang.
- Decided that “french fries” constitute “dinner.”
- Played a million Harry Potter quizzes on Sporcle.
- Spent every weekday in a windowless, over-air-conditioned room, wearing sweaters while outside it was roughly 100 degrees.
- Got to hear from the coolest people in the publishing industry SO GREAT.
- Um, and I’m sure thousands of other things, too, because every day is weird because being in NYC is surreal and strange. But that’s all I can think to list.
I’m sure you’ve all seen the final Harry Potter movie posters. If not, here’s what I see every day, plastered on buses and telephone booths and walls:
Just for a second, can we talk about how depressing that is? I mean, it’s super exciting that the final movie is coming out–I have midnight tickets–but that tagline is the most depressing tagline in the world.
What makes it worse is that the day Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 is released is also the day we at New York University’s Summer Publishing Institute are released and let out into the wilds of the city and the publishing industry. So not only is the most significant book series of my childhood coming to an end, but so, too is my actual childhood. I’ll have to find a job and an apartment.
Goodbye, childhood. Goodbye, Harry Potter.
(May also be read: Hello, exciting opportunities. Hello, 8-DVD-HP-marathons.)
World, today I went to Penguin Putnam where I listened to a lot of super awesome people talk about super awesome children’s and YA books and I think that children/YA books are probably where I want to be. I’m sort of leaning toward pre-YA because YA can get pretty corny, but I also really enjoy some YA. It’s all moot though, really, until I get a job. And to be honest, I would take a job pretty much anywhere, although obviously I have my preferences. (Note I said “until I get a job” and not “unless I get a job.” That’s optimism.)
Anyway, the lovely people at Penguin gave us some awesome swag in the form of books in a Penguin tote bag. And some of those books were Advanced Reading Copies, which is SO COOL because they aren’t even released yet oh my goodness me. Anyway, hopefully the first in a long lifetime full of ARCs and manuscripts and drafts in need of editing.
Are you there, publishing jobs? It’s me, Lindsay.
Well, I’m officially the worst blogger. I shouldn’t be surprised. The number of blogs and diaries I’ve started and just not kept up with is ridiculous. I have notebooks scattered through desk and dresser drawers, and the internet knows me by so many different attempts. Right now I’ll say but this time will be different, and maybe it will be, but in the past it never was. It isn’t a lack of ideas. I have loads of ideas I want to post about. (Here are some: my vegetarianism [pesceterianism, technically] and JSF’s Eating Animals, all the YA novels I’ve read recently [the entire His Dark Materials series and The Hunger Games], HBO’s Game of Thrones [which I haven’t read, but the show is SO GOOD], Wind-Up Bird Chronicles [which I’m working on, and why it’s taking so long], and more!) What it is is a lack of motivation due to a lack of publicizing due to a lack of confidence in anyone wanting to read this ever. Probably I should just keep going with it for my own sake, so later I can look back and remember books even better; in fact, I remember books better because I intend to write about them.
Anyway, to kind of make up for it, and because I have time to kill (summer!), I’ll update twice tonight. What a champ!
First off, I graduated. I now have a Bachelor of the Arts degree. It even says that I graduated magna cum laude, which means I got between a 3.75 and a 3.899 GPA. (I got a 3.76.) I also graduated with honors in both departments due to having over a 3.5 GPA in each department, and getting HONORS on my Independent Study. (P.S. I got Honors on my Independent Study! This is the highest grade you can get. I am very happy with that, especially given my stickler of a Philosopher advisor.) It was sad, but happy. I’m excited to enter the real world but very sad to leave all the fabulous people I met at college, especially those who helped me to become less stressed and crazy in life.
Second, I turned 22! My birthday was a few days ago. I did nothing special. Truth be told, I watched Parks and Recreation on Netflix all day because that show is so stinking good. Also, went to Olive Garden with the family, and that was very nice. Then, the next day, my sister and I got ampersand tattoos. Why? Because as different as we are (and we are very different), we will always be there for each other. Corniness aside, I also love punctuation and it’s a reminder to myself to stay with people, especially those who make me better (choose my &s wisely). Given my emotional turmoil (graduation, etc.), I also felt a strong need to change something and the need to prove to myself I can do awesome and scary things things; I got a small, cover-up-able tattoo and it looks awesome. (And don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll love it years down the road as well.)
Third, I’m going to New York City in less than a fortnight for NYU’s Summer Publishing Institute. I was waitlisted at Columbia, but by the time I find out if they really want me NYU will have already started, so NYU it is, to be safe. I’m very very excited and very very scared all at once (part of my emotional turmoil). I know it will be awesome, and I know it’s a smart choice for me. I really want to go into publishing. Books forever! Or maybe magazines. We’ll see. I hope I love NYC enough to live there, because that’s where everything is happening and I want to be in the middle of it all. Goodbye money, hello “The I’m Poor” Diet!
I feel bad for no pictures, but so goes this update.