extramonologue

I resolve:

1. To stop being eh and get awesome.

You know that keyboard/violin/guitar in the corner of my bedroom? I want to quit messing around with the first few bars of [insert song here] and pick one instrument and just go for it. Same goes for sewing: I will make more from scratch.

2. To become the Taylor Swift of YA fiction.

I know this is a bold statement, but I’m pretty sure I have now crawled in and taken up permanent residence in the collective teen girl psyche. (Warning: It’s pretty freaky up in here.) Anyway, why not use that positioning to take revenge on all of the people that just, you know, totally suck? If these books get optioned into a movie starring Michael Cera as the male love interest who gets his heart destroyed, I won’t complain.

Oh, and sorry to disappoint you in advance: There won’t be any vampires or ghosts or goblins. (But there may be robots?)

3. To go on tour.

I am a master merch girl with mediocre skills on three instruments (see above). I also have an extra week of vacation this year and am pretty good at devising ipod playlists that an entire van full of cranky musicians will love. USE ME.