lovely things – MORIAH JOVAN

When blue ink is your therapist

September 15, 2025August 8, 2026Moriah Jovan

Look, figuring out how to get what you want is the easy part. Figuring out what you want is the hard part.

I thunk up this bit of wisdom for Magdalene (The Great Mormon Novel™) when I was rasslin’ with this concept way back in 2011. A perusal of my hard drive tells me I’ve been cogitating on this since at least 1998.

Here’s the backstory:¹ Read more →

A thingymajig out of the blue

March 3, 2020Moriah Jovan

I was going through some sewing notions that a friend gave me when I found this: Read more →

Keepsakes and Reddit

February 16, 2020August 6, 2026Moriah Jovan

An image of a Pilot Precise V7 rollerball pen with blue ink. — The perfect pen.

I haven’t written much. I don’t know what I can say that I haven’t said before ad nauseam, and yet, I always forget I said it and continue to say it—at least, elsewhere. In my journals (dating back 21 years), in my doodles (dating back 30), in the two internet communities I participate in now.

Bye bye, Granny. I love you.

December 8, 2019August 8, 2026Moriah Jovan

An image of a maroon 1996 Oldsmobile Cutlass Ciera with peeling clear-coat. — Granny. Her name is Granny.

Sold my car today. The ad is gone now, but it generated lots of interest, and some people said they’d buy it just because of the ad. Hey, folks! Buy my books if you want better stories! Behold Granny: Read more →

The Vomit Book

March 4, 2019August 6, 2026Moriah Jovan

Inspired by Sunita’s post, and having sat on the idea of doing my own productivity post, I decided to take up the challenge. Today I’m just going to talk about the most important piece of my productivity regimen. Read more →

Jukeboxes and libraries

December 17, 2008August 8, 2026Moriah Jovan

I have a bunch of beautiful books. They’re mostly in hardback because I don’t see paperbacks as objets d’art the way I do my hardback books. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I read hardbacks, certainly. If I have it, I read it. But there’s just something substantial about a hardback book. Specifically, I’m thinking of my faux leatherbound books, but no matter.

As I go around the ebook blogs like Teleread and The Book is Dead, a bunch of dissociated rememberies from my childhood plague me. They’re always the same ones, played in different order, but in a loop: Read more →