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5 Lessons I Learned from NaNoWriMo 2014

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When I was in high school, I was obsessed with this quote: 

If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always. I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
— Henry Rollins

Ugh. (Except I still kind of love that quote, even though the older I get, the more insufferable I find dear old Henry.) But I think this speaks to something all writers go through: young writers tend to be very dramatic, caught up the romance of writing, the feeling of it, the mystery, the potential. Then those young writers grow up, spend a lot of time writing, and realize that the writers they once idolized are not mysterious, romantic types, but rather neurotic, weird, and pretty self-deprecating. Some people pull it off, but in general, it's hard to be a cool, self-confident writer, as much as we all kind of want to be that way. 

If NaNoWriMo teaches us anything each year, it's that: 1. lots of people want to be writers, like lots of people; 2. writing is hard; and 3. November will forever be the month of extremely bad days, late nights, and emotional breakdowns, al thanks to NaNoWriMo. Besides that, here's what I learned this month: 

1. I write best with direction.

If you ever wonder what kind of person I am, here is a brief summary: I am someone who respects authority and rules, but I absolutely hate being told what to do. Ta-da, I am a vortex of contradiction. I've always thought I wrote best without direction -- my last few NaNoWriMo novels were done with approximately zero planning and I thought that worked best. Add any parameters, I thought, and I won't be able to meet word counts without wanting to throw myself off a cliff. Man, I was wrong. Like, really wrong. 

This year, I decided to test myself and write an outline. And let me tell you, for two weeks, I did amazing. I followed my outline; I hit goal after goal, keeping myself consistently 2-4 days ahead and not taking any breaks. But then, I had a moment of I'm a punk kid for life yo! and decided to make a change halfway through my novel that basically made half of the outline I'd written obsolete. 

Guess what happened? The last week and a half of writing, I struggled to meet word counts; I added really useless scenes to make up for the fact that things on my outline no longer made sense with the changes I'd made; and I spent a lot of time bouncing between characters, making them do weird stuff (I wrote a two-page scene of a character grocery shopping for no reason) and generally ruining everything. All because I went of my outline. I need an outline, guys, and I need to reign in my intense and only occasional punk feelings. 

2. I write best at night. 

"Tomorrow, I'm going to wake up at 6am, work out, and then work on NaNoWriMo," I said, tucking myself into bed with a smug grin on my face. Absolute lies. I'd wake up approximately 8 hours later, roll over, and fall back asleep. Long story short, I refuse to get up early for lots of things, but writing is apparently one of those things. I'll get up early for vacations, work out sessions, and my birthday -- but nothing else. 

I often found myself doing my best writing after 7:30pm. In college, I usually did a majority of my writing in the evening, so this actually makes sense. I like to think I'm a morning person, but I'm a morning person in the sense that I feel most motivated to get stuff I hate done (like laundry, emptying the dishwasher, and vacuuming). I don't necessarily want to do anything else in the early morning hours except work out and drink coffee. 

3. Support from others really does help. 

Fun fact: I hate talking about my writing with other people. It makes me really uncomfortable. It's like standing in front of them in my underwear. It's like having a therapy session with them. Whenever I'm doing NaNoWriMo, I try to will other people not to ask me. Don't ask, don't ask, I scream internally, every time someone starts to ask. People always do those because NaNoWriMo is weird and cool and seems exhausting (it is all of those things) and they want to know. 

I'm incredibly, stupidly shy about my writing. But support really does help. Support from coworkers, from Danny, from friends on Facebook. Support helped motivate me to finish because so many people were expecting me to. If nothing else, I'm really easy to pressure into doing anything because of my peers. 

4. I thought all my past novels were awful, but they're not totally bad. 

About halfway through NaNo, I looked back at some of my past novels. My novel from last year (Runner's High, thanks for that title clinically depressed 2013 Michelle) is totally horrid in most parts, but my novel from my senior year of college (Succotash, which is a way better title) is surprisingly good. It lacks any sort of plot and reminds me a lot of Catcher in the Rye (shout out to my high school self, I guess), but it has a lot of material that I feel like I could maybe... possibly... potentially use. Hope is not lost, friends. 

5. I can't wait for next year. 

At the end of every November, I find myself saying, "I am NOT doing that again!" because I'm so tired from writing and bored and aggravated with myself because I've just creatively beaten myself up for 30-some days. But then, I go a week without a NaNoWriMo goal or deadline or idea and I find myself blissfully excited for next November...

I Won NaNoWriMo & All I Got was a Certificate

At least send me a free cake or something, jeez. 

At least send me a free cake or something, jeez. 

I hit 50,000 words (ok, technically 50,400 according to my official NaNoWriMo validation) at just before 9pm the day before Thanksgiving.

(I actually wrote this blog post barely 20 minutes after finishing. What can I say? I gotta blog it.) This marks the earliest I have ever finished NaNoWriMo and the first time I can actually say I've written a novel that might be something I would read (if it was completely rewritten, edited, and changed... maybe by someone more competent than myself). 

When you finish a monumental task like writing 50,000 words, you want there to be fanfare -- but there is usually not. In fact, you might find yourself staring at a computer screen with a web banner on it (pictured above) and a download for a digital certificate thinking, I wrote 50,000 for this!? My reaction was visceral and ridiculous, but I found myself wanting to demand balloons. Flowers! Confetti! Where was my party? Someone throw me a party! I wanted to scream on Twitter. 

Nope, all I got was a certificate, just like always, and an apparent inability to distinguish their and there (what can I say? I've written 6,000+ words as I type this and I've switched "there" with "their" twice). (I can only imagine the errors that are in my novel.) 


Here is the brief synopsis I gave my friend about my novel: 

Buffalo is about a farming community in Oregon that experienced a murder and how the community responded. The title refers to the murderer’s obsession with buffalo as the spirit of the west and his thought of himself as a “buffalo” (basically: that which remains despite adversity).

It sounds good when you put it like that, but mostly, it just looks like word vomit right now. When I got halfway through the novel, I realized I had no explanation whatsoever for the title I'd chosen -- I just really like one-word powerful titles and I like the sound of the word buffalo. I added in a bit about how the murderer identified with buffalo in this weird, obsessive way and basically left it at that. 

You gotta do what you gotta do. 

As much as I joke though, I'm so proud to have completed NaNoWriMo for the fourth (really!?) time. I've written 50,000 words four times. That's 200,000 words! If I actually got my s*** together, I could probably write a decent 50,000 words in a few months (but, given my track record, that would take a lot of chutzpah on my part). 

More than anything, I've proved something to myself and that is this: I'm good enough. I'm good at this. I can do this. On a day-to-day basis I often don't feel very good about what I do -- I generally think I'm a pretty terrible writer that has somehow gotten people to think I'm a somewhat decent writer. More than anything, NaNoWriMo has allowed me to show myself, just one more time, that, as Mary Oliver said in "Wild Geese," "I do not have to be good.

5 Things I'm Thankful For & Not Just on Thanksgiving

My husband finds it difficult to make what I consider normal faces in photos and I'm learning to accept this fact.

My husband finds it difficult to make what I consider normal faces in photos and I'm learning to accept this fact.

I'm not a preachy person. I genuinely believe that most people know they've got it good (if they do have it good) and that occasional complaining does not mean someone doesn't appreciate what they have. 

That being said, I think everyone could do with being just a teensy bit more thankful -- and not just on Thanksgiving. Every year, people trot out their I'm so thankful! feelings and then blissfully forget about them on Black Friday, that sacred holiday marked mostly by stampedes and hysterical fights of televisions. We should be thankful all the time, not just on Thanksgiving. 

And because I'm a massive hypocrite, here are 5 things I'm thankful for all the time (not just today). 

1. My Husband.

I'm having kind of a rough patch right now. I have a lot of unexplained stress (ok, some of it is explained) and other issues. My husband and I had planned to travel for Thanksgiving, but as the day approached, I just couldn't do it. With everything else, the thought of driving 8 hours and spending a hectic (but fun!) three days with his family made me want to curl into the fetal position and cry. If Thanksgiving had fallen last week, I would have been there in a minute. But this week? I just couldn't. My husband was sad, but he also understood. He made me promise him that I would spend the next few days relaxing, taking care of myself, and spending time with him and Remus. It was a promise that was way too easy to make. 

2. Remus.

Here's why I love Remus: when he puts his ears back in his "I'm Happy!" face, he looks like Dobby; a fly was annoying me while I was writing on my NaNoWriMo novel so he caught it and ate it; he accidentally gut-punched me so hard in the stomach Wednesday morning and then immediately punished himself by going to the patio door and sitting outside for 10 minutes, clearly contemplating what he was doing with his life. (That last bit might be a conjecture on my part.) Danny and I often make fun of Remus for his smelly farts, his general goofiness, and his lack of awareness -- but he's my furbaby, always and forever, and his face will never fail to make me happy. 

3. My Mom & Dad

On Monday, I had a truly terrible day. I spent two hours with my mom, talking and letting her make me feel better. The next day, I stopped by again (who said living near your parents wasn't a good thing?) and my dad loaded my car with firewood. My parents are the best parents in the world and yes, I will fight you on that one. 

4. My House.

This is kind of a duh one, but sometimes, I just really need to appreciate that I own a house. I live in a house that is warm and extremely airtight, has a wood stove, has a pretty baller kitchen, and has enough space to hold all my slightly pack-rat worldly possessions. I also have a garage, and an extra freezer full of beef, and a backyard, and a front yard, and a really great view. I live in Rivendell and you cannot tell me that isn't awesome. 

5. My Body. 

I spend a lot of time ragging on this body of mine. I want to squish it into pants that don't fit, skirts I used to love. I make it run; I make it do 100 lunges; I make it lift weights and go grocery shopping and eat chicken and cauliflower rice. And yet, I never sit and appreciate the things my body does for me: it keeps my brain alive, it stays healthy (even when it malfunctions occasionally), and it keeps moving despite all the stupid crap I put it through. My body is imperfect, but it's mine and it's gotten me this far, so it can't be that bad, right? Now, I'm going to stuff it full of rolls, turkey, and cookies and you cannot stop me. 

I'm An Adult & I Love Disneyland

C'mon, admit it, you love Disneyland too!

C'mon, admit it, you love Disneyland too!

I'm not weird. You're weird. Who doesn't love Disneyland? 

Ok. Whatever. I guess some people don't like Disneyland and I'm not saying you're abnormal or joyless... but... yeah. 

Just kidding. To each their own. Which is why I take extreme joy in Disneyland. I mean, it's kind of everything I love: chocolate covered pineapple skewers? Check! Giant rice crispies? Yup. Pretzels? Aw yeah, fast food Bavarian style. Semi-spooky, cutesy stuff? In droves. 

I'm an adult and I refuse to stop enjoying Disneyland. 

It's picturesque! I mean, look, that's a place you want to visit, right? Just kidding, it will never be this empty. 

It's picturesque! I mean, look, that's a place you want to visit, right? Just kidding, it will never be this empty. 

Actual words I have said to my husband: "It's ok to like stuff just for the sake of it, Danny." I said this half in jest, but half serious too. Sometimes, I feel like we're all trying so hard to be cool and hip and fun that we let that get in the way of genuinely enjoying stuff. Sometimes, it's ok to like stuff just because you do. You don't need an explanation for it. 

There is a reason we all kinda love pop songs (or at least why they get stuck in our heads so easily). There is a reason that fast food tastes amazing to 85%+ of the population. There is a reason why a majority of people enjoy Disneyland vacations (even if they might not want to repeat them over and over again). It's because some things are just designed for mass enjoyment. And if you enjoy those things, it doesn't mean you're a stupid sell out. It means you're a human with ears that can hear reasonably well, taste buds that enjoy fat and salt in high amounts, and a person that was once a child who watched an Aladdin sing-a-long tape at least twice a day. (Maybe only me on that last one.) 

Even Walt looks happy to be there! 

Even Walt looks happy to be there! 

Disneyland is the fast food of travel. It's easy. Everyone thinks it's cheaper than it is, but it's actually kind of stupid expensive. (Fast food adds up, y'all!) There is a pre-determined menu and not a lot of leeway. You go to Disneyland. You stay in a hotel. You stand in lines. You maybe get frustrated. You eat a churro. You feel like you ate a brick for the rest of the day. 

What's not to love about that? 

Here's the thing: in the wrong environment, Disneyland can totally be a nightmare. If you go into Disneyland saying that you hate lines, that you hope it's not crowded, that crowds make you miserable, etc., etc., you're basically setting the stage to be miserable. I hate to break this to you, but here's the big secret: it's freaking Disneyland. There are always going to be lines. There are always going to be other people. It's freaking Disneyland. You're not walking to the park. 

If you approach Disneyland with the idea that you're there to have fun -- and dammit, you're gonna have fun no matter what happens -- then undoubtedly you will have fun. If you, like me, walk into the parks just overjoyed to be there, then you're going to enjoy yourself. Half the fun is just being at Disneyland. Everything is themed and organized and clean and perfect (this is my dream world, clearly); how can you not at least enjoy it? 

lol @ all of these pictures featuring empty walkways. 

lol @ all of these pictures featuring empty walkways. 

Lots of people don't like Disneyland. Ok, that's fine, you do you, yo! I'm sure you enjoy lots of other stuff that people might find embarrassing, like scream-cry-singing to Taylor Swift in your car or putting sriracha sauce on everything even though it tastes like nothing (I went there, bring it). Do I judge you for that? Yes, a little, but I'll stop if you'll stop judging me for being an adult who loves Disneyland.

It's ok to be an adult who loves Disneyland. It is. It's ok. It's ok to cry to Taylor Swift songs in your car, eat too much hot sauce, make stale jokes about bacon, eat fast food, buy a mass-produced sweater, and go to Disneyland. It's okay to enjoy things just because you enjoy them. 

5 Tips to Succeed at NaNoWriMo

We're halfway through NaNoWriMo and hopefully no one has carpal tunnel. 

We're halfway through NaNoWriMo and hopefully no one has carpal tunnel. 

NaNoWriMo is kind of a huge deal for a lot of people. Even though there are now events in April and August (Camp NaNoWriMo), November is the really big event. Some people spend the year planning for NaNoWrimo; and some people just look forward to it - that's more my style. Either way, NaNoWriMo is the month of dreams for a lot of people -- and with good reason. What better month to buckle down and write a novel than November? It's starting to get cold and rainy (or snowy, if you're in that kind of a climate). The summer is officially done and we can pile ourselves in sweaters and drink coffee and tea until we can't sleep. 

Ideal novel-writing time, really. 

Undoubtedly, every year, some people start NaNoWriMo and never finish -- or they plan to start, but, um, don't really get to the starting point. I don't know the official NaNoWriMo stats, but I'd say about half the people who commit to NaNoWriMo don't really finish by the 30th. And the other half? We're left exhausted and low on coffee grounds, but with 50,000 words in some kind of form. That's success, right? 

How can the NaNoWriMo "winners" (we call it winning, but mostly, it's crossing the finish line) inspire the "quitters" (no hard feelings) keep going? How can we all end November with novels, and dignity, intact? Since we're now officially halfway through, I thought I'd share what keeps me going. 

1. Schedule time. 

I have an alarm set on my phone everyday for 7:30pm that says, "Have you NaNoWriMo'd?" No matter what I'm doing -- watching TV, out and about, working out -- it's a reminder that I have this thing that I'm doing that if I fall behind on it, I'll be super upset with myself. If I'm home, I'll drop whatever I'm doing (sorry, Danny) and go upstairs and write. Even if I just get 800 words down, it's 800 better than zero. You just have to do it -- even if you hate it, even if you were doing something else. 

2. Don't overwhelm yourself.

You know what's the worst idea ever? Trying to write 2-3 blog posts every week while also writing 1,600+ words everyday plus working full time everyday. If you have other writing goals or responsibilities, chill it out. This month is probably not the month to expect stellar blog content alongside a 50,000-word novel. 

3. Tweet it out. 

Need some help? Need some encouragement? Just including #NaNoWriMo in a tweet will bring on an onslaught of encouragement, kind words, and general cheering. Go for it. You have NaNo-friends.

4. If you start to hate your novel, that's normal. 

On Friday, I opened up the Word Doc where I've been writing my NaNoNovel. As I stared at the words I'd previously written, I found myself battling internally. I hate this book, I said. I hate these characters. I hate this setting. I hate everything!! I'm tired!! I should start over!! Pro-tip: do not let the "I've been binge writing for 15+ days and I'm tired" blues get you down, make you quit, or make you start editing. I find at this point in the month, I start adding character histories, subplots, and other random bits to distract myself from the elements that I desperately want to edit and/or delete. 

5. Just keep going. 

Write out recipes if you need to. Meaningless details that you know you probably shouldn't include. That scene you think doesn't matter. The intensely detailed description of a house. Just keep writing. Don't stop because you're bored, or you're tired. Get your word count in. And if you find yourself on a roll, do not stop writing! Bank words for the days where you just cannot anymore. 


Do you have any great tips for NaNoWriMo? Send them to me @ellipsis_life

There Something About the Lights in December

I'm a lover of early Christmas decorations. 

I know, I know. I'm one of those people

Whenever people talk about the Christmas Creep (that delightful moment when Halloween ends and suddenly, everything in stores is replaced with Christmas stuff and it's happening earlier and earlier and faster and faster every year, hence, "the Creep"), they look to me with an expectation of solidarity. "I hate how once Halloween is over, bam! It's Christmas!" Then the piercing look. I gulp. 

"I actually love early Christmas. The longer it lasts, the better," I reply, making a mental note to not invite them to my house until after Thanksgiving. 

Why, you ask? 

I already have my Christmas tree up. In fact, I've had it up since the day after Halloween. 

What can I say? I just get so excited. I just want everything to be peppermint, to be red-and-white striped. I want to wear fair isle sweaters and beanies and snow boots. I want red cups at Starbucks and Christmas music on the radio. I love it. I always have. 

Thursday night, I left work to meet my sister-in-law, Amy. We walked and talked and ate frozen yogurt. After I drove her home, it was starting to get dark (5pm, still early) and I realized that I love that feeling. Those first nights of early evening, when the world seems to turn the lights out at exactly 5:30. The headlights and the neon signs of shopping centers and the stars shining like Christmas lights. I love those early days: it feels magical and crisp and happy. I remember driving home from school or events with my mom, sitting in the front seat and watching the lights shine past me. It reminds me of a lot of things, but mostly, it reminds me of my family and home and being blissfully happy. 

So when it comes to hate towards the Christmas Creep, I have to be perfectly honest: you won't find kinship with me. 

NaNoWriMo: That Pesky, Persistent Editor

Current word count: 12,031

Current word count: 12,031

Last year at this time, I think I was a terrifying 3 days behind on NaNoWriMo. I distinctly remember one weekend spending every free moment frantically writing -- that's when the "word vomit" happens, the divergence from plot or the random additions of subplots that don't make sense. I think I went a whole week without working on NaNoWrimo. But I valiantly struck back and kept with it and wrote potentially the worst novel on the face of the planet as a result. 

This year, it's like everything has flip-flopped: I'm at 12,031 words, which is about two days ahead of schedule. Two days. I could not write for two days and not fall behind, not feel like I'm trying to scrabble up on a mountain made of virtual text. 

In the past five days, I've written the beginning of a novel that, ok, might not win any awards, but it's something I might read (if it was $0.99 on my Kindle). What's the difference here? 

Last year, I was in a very different state emotionally. I was incredibly critical about myself and I believe I let my inner editor get the best of me. The best, and weirdest, part of NaNoWriMo is that you really just have to hide your inner editor away for an entire month. I mean, 30 days without listening to the voice in your head that says, "This sentence is bad" or "you should think of a better metaphor." Maybe it's good advice, Inner Editor, but I have 50,000 words to write and I don't have time. Shutting that little voice up is the only way to survive and make it through.

Last year, I wrote and struggled the entire time, because that inner editor wasn't just talking about my horrible novel (and it was bad, guys, have I mentioned?) -- it was talking about me. "That's a horrible sentence" turned into "you're a horrible writer." Who wants to listen to that everyday? Eventually, I stuffed it down, but it was always there, poisoning my writing, poisoning my thoughts and behavior. 

This year, I'm mentally and emotionally in a better place. Suffice to say, I don't hate my life and while my inner editor still assaults me with useless feedback ("you're legs look like stuffed sausages in those boots!"), I'm more able to ignore it and move on with my life.

Writing is easier too. I worried that my day job as a writer would make writing difficult -- writing 6-8 hours a day and then writing more sounds pretty exhausting. But I've found the opposite. After 6-8 hours of writing blogs and copy and more, I actually find I'm energized to work on NaNoWriMo just because it's different. Now that I'm not miserable all the time, having energy to write additionally in the evening is just kind of how it is.

As I continue on NaNoWriMo, I'm sure I'll have more observations on what makes it easier or more difficult. Fighting down the urge to edit, to change, to start over and be "perfect" is a big step towards actually completing NaNoWriMo -- and ultimately, a step towards completing a novel that ends up being at least decent. 

In Taylor Swift v. Spotify, the Fans Are the Losers

The same day Taylor Swift announced the 1989 World Tour, she pulled her entire catalog from Spotify. 

The same day Taylor Swift announced the 1989 World Tour, she pulled her entire catalog from Spotify. 

I'll be the first to admit that I didn't like Taylor Swift for a long time. The first time I heard her first album, I was 18, was about to graduate high school, and worked at a pizza place in my small hometown; a coworker, who loved country music, put Taylor's first album on repeat for an entire slow Saturday afternoon. I listened to Taylor Swift sing "Teardrops on My Guitar" about 27 times that day. When, a week later, my best friend Holly asked me if I'd heard this amazing song called "Tim McGraw" by a girl named Taylor Swift, I nearly smacked the CD out of her hands. 

I was mostly indifferent through the next few years of Taylor Swift's career. As she got more popular -- and the subjects of her songs were dissected and spread across blogs and Twitter -- I remained vaguely disinterested. Occasionally, she'd get me through an ear worm or two, but I was otherwise bored by her. I mean, was there anything more annoying than "Love Story"?  

Say you’ll remember me
Standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you’ll see me again even if it’s just pretend
— "Wildest Dreams," Taylor Swift, 1989

It was easy to ignore Taylor for a while. She existed on my periphery. I was acutely aware of her, in the same way I'm acutely aware of Selena Gomez and other young starlets. Then, Red came out and things kinda changed. I loved "22" (honestly, who doesn't love that song)... but it wasn't good enough to get me to the buy the album.

At the time of Red, I was deep into fashion blogging and I felt pretty bitter that Taylor was dressing in a way that harkened to "my people" (other fashion bloggers). I felt like our style had been appropriated after her country days. I didn't like it. It was kind of selfish and babyish, but hey, it's true. I didn't like her because she wore twee little dresses and I wore twee little dresses but obviously I did it first. 

I went back to ignoring most things Taylor Swift did.

However, a few months ago, when "Shake it Off" came out, I honestly couldn't stop listening to it. We've all probably seen the SNL skit by now, but it really was Taylor Swift vertigo. I found myself unable to not like it. Ok, love it. I loved it. It was an earworm. It was dance-y. It was great for singing in the car on the way to work. 

I bought 1989 quietly while home sick from work, but then found myself listening to it nonstop. In the bathtub. Cooking dinner. On the way to Target with my husband. At work. At the gym. Everywhere. Stunned. I'd never listened to a Taylor Swift album on repeat -- not since that fateful day at the pizza place when I was 18. 

However, my enthusiasm for 1989 came to a grinding halt yesterday morning when I discovered that Taylor had removed all of her music from Spotify. 

Now, Taylor has been pretty down on services like Spotify in the past. She says that, essentially, all art is beautiful and we should pay for all art. Which, okay, sure. I'm all for artists being paid. But, as I tweeted yesterday morning, I think there is a huge difference between a pop star like Taylor Swift and, say, an independent musician. Spotify can be a great service for independent acts, because it can make us aware of music we wouldn't otherwise be able to find. If I really like an album on Spotify, I usually buy it. It's a great way to know if I'll actually like something before I buy it. 

1989 is already breaking records. And yet, Taylor Swift worries that a service like Spotify will hurt her record sales. Really, Taylor? Really? 

Taylor probably thinks she's sticking up for artists and the music industry -- she's just a good person like that -- but really, she's just hurting her fans and people who would otherwise support her music. Taylor's album is already selling insane numbers, so the idea that a service like Spotify would hurt her album sales is absolutely ludicrous and, to be completely honest, stinks of nothing but greed. We know Taylor isn't a struggling artist; she's already richer than basically everyone I know and have ever met combined

Mostly, this all reminds me of the reason why I could never get on the Taylor train before "Shake it Off". Something about Taylor is so good, so squeaky clean -- and yet, she's always the victim. In every song, in every interview, it's the mean girl saying something to her. The boy breaks her heart. She's the victim. She's left behind. She's the sad one with the ballad, the broken heart, the past being bullied. Even "Shake It Off" suggests a victimhood and a dismissiveness that is kind of repulsive if you think about it too much. I think you're a good person, Taylor, but no one is that good

And, once again, I feel like Taylor is trying to paint herself as the victim: big, bad Spotify robbing her of album sales. But really, whose bigger here? Taylor Swift, who has sold millions and millions of albums, or Spotify, a service that charges $5 or $10

I don't know, Taylor. All I know is: in the span of a month, Taylor Swift managed to convert me to being a big fan... and now, she's kind of lost me.