I forgot to mention this last week, but I’ve started writing a column at Crushable which are a series of letters to my younger self. Similar to my Dear Teen Me letters, but focusing on a slightly older age. (In fact, it was my most recent Dear Teen Me letter that prompted the editor of Crushable to contact me about writing a column.) So take a look! They go up every Friday and will focus on a variety of different things I wish I had known then what I do now. :)
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If you guys remember, at the end of last year, I wrote a Dear Teen Me letter to my 16-year-old self. Now I’ve written another to my 18-year-old self. :)
My Dear Teen Me letter is up today! It is surprisingly angsty (which my teenage years weren’t) and about FEEEEEEEEEEEELINGS, of all things. I tried to write about the bildungsroman, but eh. Oh well. It’s kind of hard to write to your teenage self when you don’t have anything useful to say to her. I was a fairly well-adjusted and happy teen, and moreover, I knew I had it pretty good. I used to say to my parents that I’d never be a great writer because I didn’t have a shitty childhood. Happiness is boring, as they say. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.
Awesome thing! Waking up to snowfall. (A pittance, but I’ll take it.) Not-so-awesome thing! Waking up to single digit temperatures. (Well, it “feels like” 8 degrees according to Weather.com. I don’t care if it’s actually 19. It feels fucking cold!) Friday I fly home to warm and sunny southern California for an extended Christmas break. Hallelujah! The East Coast can keep its frigid weather, thanks.
You are all aware of the Dear Teen Me project, yes? If not, then you should remedy that immediately by going to the website and reading all the letters authors have posted to their younger selves. This project is the brainchild of E. Kristin Anderson and Miranda Kenneally, and they graciously invited me to participate. My letter goes up on Thursday, by the way. So! In doing research for my letter (by “doing research”, I really mean “going through old pictures and notes”), I found a treasure trove of artifacts from JJ’s teen days. They were dark days, my friends. These were the days before JJ even existed. These were the days she was still Sarah. (Oh, the horror!) These artifacts prompted me to lead up to my Dear Teen Me letter on Thursday by giving you all a glimpse into the mind of my younger self through fiction, pictures, […]