I titled this blog “Diary of an Emotional Houseplant” fully knowing that I was setting it up to write reviews of YA novels. Why did I do that?
Well, besides being an agent for chaos and hoping to confuse everyone since I myself am eternally confused by life, there are two main reasons.
First of all I hope to write about some things other than just books, and one of the main topics that interests me is, in fact, the rich and complex lives of houseplants. In particular I mean my own houseplants: Gemma, Kay, Jess, Mark, Sean, Lydia, Allison, KimiDean, Grace, Kelsey, Fred, Benedict Cumberbatch, Buddy the Third, Felicia, Flo, Nate, and a few others who are actually trees recently graduated to the outdoors: George Washington, Nathaniel Hawthorn, Sergeant Crabapple, Larry (whose brothers Curly and Mo did not make it) The Father, The Son, and The Holy Ghost (those last three are dogwood trees).
Contrary to popular belief these plants lead exciting and enriching lives, filled with travel (from dorm to home), personal struggles (bugs, overwatering, underwatering, an overweight cat that likes to chew their leaves), beauty (they are beautiful) and happiness (they make me happy).
Second of all, I think “Emotional Houseplant” is an accurate representation of my character. I once saw a post on instagram that said something about self care and remembering to drink water because we are all just houseplants with complex emotions. I took that and said to a friend, “I’m just an emotional houseplant and the deepest desire of my heart is to be gently watered and then left alone somewhere in the sun.” She told me to start a twitter and post nothing but random statements like that. I did not. But here’s this blog, and there’s the name.
Signed,
An Emotional Houseplant
Diary Of An Emotional Houseplant 