Sunday brunch with my FABULOUS, smart, dedicated, tireless, funny, kind, generous, adorable gem of a literary agent and human being, the one and only @lisadimona1, in Hastings On Hudson yesterday, after meeting her husband Joe for the first time and drinking mimosas to CELEBRATE!!!!!! 🎊 We then did a tour around town where I got to see the offices she used to work in with my forever hero, Seth Godin, looked fondly upon the New York City skyline, and giggled and laughed and got very, very excited for February 11th - BOOK LAUNCH DATE, BABY!!!!!!! Everything I said about Lisa in the acknowledgments section of the book is 10,000% true and I’ll say it again here: Lisa took a chance on this po’town country bumpkin who didn’t so much as know what the Flatiron Building was the first time she visited New York (I definitely thought it was a steakhouse) and then she kept taking chances on her, over and over and over again, because that is what Lisa does: she shows writers that their words matter, and in doing so, she shows people that they matter, too. Taking the time out of her entire Sunday to play with me and tour me around is just one more example of how she does that so well. We are coming for you, 2020!!!! GET READY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! P.S. She’s also behind James Clear’s Atomic Habits if you’ve read that one. One of my favorites! P.P.S. Look into the lens, Ash! THE LENS. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #writersofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #literaryagentsofinstagram #literaryagent #booksofinstagram #author #authorlife #bookpublishing #bookish #booklife #bookworm #penguinrandomhouse #unfuckwithable
Here in the Hudson River Valley for my college roommate’s wedding! 👰 💍 She was the very first person I knew who owned a Mac, wore converse, painted her nails black, and wrote poetry like a sport. Given that this was the year 2005, all of this was still counterculture - and I ADORED HER FOR IT. Caroline showed me how to be creative in a world of people who weren’t, and to this day my favorite thing about her is that she gives no fucks. It was an accident we became roommates, but the last fifteen years have been by choice. Congratulations, Cdawg! I LOFFFFFFF YOUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!
You ever do that thing where you're fidgety and restless and the grass is always greener and you're never really content with what you've got so you're constantly searching for some legendary “BETTER” that will make you rich! and skinny! and HAPPY! and one of those people who never craves pizza and always irons their shirts and arrives everywhere on time and even knows what their budget is? (People who have budgets dazzle me.) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I used to be one of those people. I still am, sometimes. But I made a rule for myself, a long time ago, that has helped. Because for as much as I don't like rules, particularly ill-considered ones, I like knowing what I think and deciding how I'm going to live and sometimes that requires you to firm up a few things beyond your glutes. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ The rule I follow is this: the grass is never, ever greener on the other side. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ NEVER. That's the assumption I operate under and I remember it at all times, especially when I'm about to do something rash. Because, listen, if you keep imagining that it might be greener, not only will you eventually end up checking yourself into a place called “Whispering Winds Recovery Center,” where they serve cold minestrone soup and play Mariah Carey's All I Want for Christmas in the dead of July, but you will never, ever be happy either because there is no such thing as “greener,” only “same green, different dog shit.” Everything you do in this life comes with its own set of problems. Everything is always going to have a set of negatives attached. So the real question is not whether something or another would be “better,” necessarily, but rather: will it come with problems you enjoy solving more? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Pick your problems, not your perfect. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Make your decisions based on the kinds of problems you LIKE—not whether or not there will be fewer of 'em. There will never be fewer problems, but there will always be fewer doubts in your mind that you're doing the right thing.
WE GOT OUR FIRST BOOK REVIEW FROM PUBLISHER'S WEEKLY—AND, HOLY VODKA, IT'S GOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't have to die after all! New favorite compliments include: ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Entertaining debut Candor and sharp humor ”Snarky irreverence Blunt tone “Helpful advice “Leggy, delicious broad ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Just kidding, that last one isn't in there but it's available in case. You know, one of the chapters in THE MIDDLE FINGER PROJECT book encourages you to insist on your own brilliance and, when struggling to promote yourself for fear of feeling braggy or self-important, try adopting the perspective that people are actually ~delighted~ to hear from you. It's a much more helpful frame of mind than assuming that, every time you put something out there, you're bothering people. You aren't! Think of every time Target releases a new collaboration, or your favorite singer releases an album. Are you annoyed that they're telling you about it? Hell no! You're PUMPED. And so are your people. If they're following you, THAT IS BECAUSE THEY WANT TO BE. They want to hear more. In fact, it's what they signed up for! That's how the internet works. They aren't there because you've somehow forced them or swindled them or because you've magically done some voodoo. It's all voluntary. It's ~all~ a vote for you. And I'm going to be reminding myself of this often, as I begin sharing up a motherfucking storm of exciting book news. Because, bishes? We done it. And a huge thank you to @publisherswkly @pwpics for taking the time to read and engage in the first place. ❤️ Go team middle finger! World, we're coming for you! #themiddlefingerproject #bookreview #booksofinstagram #authorsofinstagram #publishing
Happy Thanksgiving from the year 1990 and my six-year-old self! 🦃 I tell ya what, definitely looks like the face of a girl who would grow up to write a book called The Middle Finger Project. 😏 SPEAKING OF WHICH, book pre-orders open tomorrow morning 🎉 at 6:24am Eastern (!!!) with a very special collectible for TMF readers because I am grateful for YOU! (And I’m also fucking pumped.) So make sure you’re subscribed via email - link in bio if you’re just joining this fun train and also seriously considering bringing back headbands. My six-year-old self votes YES. 🥳 LOVE YOU CAN’T WAIT!!!!! #bookstagram #authorsofinstagram #booklaunch #themiddlefingerproject
Early Thanksgiving 🍁🍽 dinner today with my favorite cousins in the whole world who I haven’t seen in yearssssss since college. (Swipe to see what we looked like as little kids camping with my dad, their Uncle Jimmy!) We’re not really blood but we might as well be. One thing they’ve taught me tonight is that when you’re family, you’re family. They have always welcomed me and loved me and never made me feel like I wasn’t “really their cousin” - even when I have disappeared to foreign countries and fell off maps and just sort of kept to myself, not wanting to burden anyone with my existence. I remember feeling like, once my parents died, I didn’t have a link anymore and maybe not even a right to be in their lives. Like who’s this stage five clinger of a girl? I felt like a perpetual tag along. Ashamed to need people, especially when I didn’t have anything to offer in return. So I pulled back and tried to be all independent and self-sufficient when I should have been leaning in and letting people know me and support me. NOVEL THOUGHT, AM I RIGHT? We need other people to depend on and support us in life—and it’s only now that I see that that doesn’t make you weak, it makes you wealthy. So today’s #middlefingerproject: to DNA. DNA is a lot of things but one thing it isn’t is family. 👨👨👧 And yes we basically look exactly like this emoji. BEST DAY EVER.
Yasssss! I’ve always been a member of the F-Bomb Squad but now it’s damn fucking official. 😏 Thank you Publisher’s Weekly @publisherswkly for this feature ahead of publication! 🔥 Today’s #middlefingerproject: to any fear you might be having about being seen. Because when you are afraid to be seen you stop doing things worth looking at. And I can think of no sadder way to die while still in plain sight. SHINE BITCH, SHINE. ✨✨✨