I feel like I owe you a real post.
Like, something more than yet another
Dear ESB (though there are plenty of those coming... don't worry).
Should I fill you in on what I've been doing? Just finished a casting gig for that pretty cool fashion-related reality TV show. Pitching one film project, madly drafting a new draft of another.
Life is pretty good, you guys. Lately I've been feeling like an honest-to-god writer. (Though I'm breaking one of my own rules by talking about it here. Rule #10:
Stop talking about writing and write.)
Weirdly, when things are going well in other realms, it makes me clam up on the interwebs. I'm always more inclined to blog when I'm avoiding doing something else.
But there's nothing to avoid at the moment. There's just me, tapping away on my laptop. Watching
American Horror Story: Coven with my adorable husband. Making lentil soup. Going to yoga.
Whoops I just broke another rule: DON'T BE THAT ASSHOLE WHO TALKS ABOUT GOING TO YOGA
OMIGOD I'M AN ASSHOLE. I'M A BORING BORING ASSHOLE
You are all unsubscribing
right now, aren't you?? Shit.