Who are you? I'm Evie. It rhymes with heavy. I'm 28 and I feel exactly my age. I'm fairly midwestern, a serviceable home cook, and an unlikely runner. I oversleep. I used to call myself a dog person but I only have a cat and have become a little suspicious of anyone who zealously needs to state a preference. I work in the public service sector which I find quietly gratifying but it's not the whole point of me.
Where can you be found online? Do you have a blog or other online receptacle for your work? If so, how would you describe it to a stranger you've just met while on vacation? The main place to find me is my tumblr. I suppose it's vaguely self-improvement-themed, but it's also about being your dumb shitty regular self. On that site I process my guilty materialism by highlighting things I'm not buying (though I may deeply want to), dole out unwanted advice, consider meal planning, strategize packing for travel, and occasionally I just tell vulnerable little stories about my life so far. I have a weekly e-mail newsletter called Everything Happened that goes out on Tuesdays that I've been doing for six months now. I write a little love note at the beginning, link to my favorite things I read online that week, link to my own writing from the week, and drop in a gif or two for good measure. That has been immensely satisfying because it feels like an e-mail to a friend, slightly impermanent and secret in this world of indelible electronic ink. I'm on Twitter, too. I'm too on Twitter. I use that platform to dump all the thoughts I don't want to be alone with: specifications for my one day funeral, trying not to eat garbage constantly (garbage is tasty), blind feminist rage, mining my marriage shamelessly for a handful of "faves". Respectful stuff. Don't follow me on Twitter, it only encourages me.
What inspired you to start writing/blogging? When did it happen? I've been writing my own thoughts down since I could. In high school I kept a LiveJournal, which got me into trouble because it really felt like you were shooting your words into space in a capsule, never to be found by anyone. Ha. I've kept one blog or another ever since, with the accompanying episodes of panic anytime I learned someone I knew read it. Now, obviously my shit is everywhere, as evidenced by the above list of internet places I haunt. Oh, well.
Why do you write? I can't help myself, also I'm literally not good at anything else.
Your writing inspires me. Who inspires you? Ann Friedman. Emily Gould. Ilana Glazer and Abbi Jacobson. Danielle Henderson. Jane Marie. My friend Lyn. In the mid-00s when I was first encountering all these addictive feminist voices online for the first time, I wrote them effusive insane e-mails after Google-stalking their e-mail address because I was 20 and didn't know for sure I'd ever get older and have to live with my embarrassing decisions.
In keeping with the admittedly loose travel theme of Not Intent On Arriving, if you could have an all-expenses paid trip anywhere in the world, where would you go? Australia. It's expensive to get there and I love a good deal. But honestly, I've become increasingly obsessed with Australia to the point that when I finally get there, it surely cannot live up to towering hype I've built for it.
What is your favorite place on earth? Casa Nueva restaurant in Athens, Ohio.
Anything else you'd like us to know? Don't tell women to smile