Excuse me, do you have the time?…Thank you. Er, how about the day? Yes, I did ask what day it is. Okay, thanks. And also the month, if you don’t mind? Oh, May already, is it? How the time flies, and also drags, when you’re in the middle of a pandemic.
Oh, I’m not going to whinge about being bored. That’s an insult to the medical personnel, grocery store employees, and other essential workers who haven’t stopped helping the rest of us since this whole thing started. Bless them. Me, I’m still not working the day job (loosely affiliated with retail), yet I haven’t written those dozen novels I had been planning on writing either. And I like to bake, but not that much. Come on, now.
Let’s face it—what the psychiatrists and trauma experts warned us about, that we’re going to spend a lot of time doing nothing at all, is definitely a thing. Most important, they said it was okay to do that.
So I’ve embraced it. When the only motivation I have is to stare off into space, I’ve decided to stare at movies and TV shows instead. Read the rest of this entry
Okay, even though my sixth romcom, Your New Best Friend, publishes in only 10 days (TEN, PEOPLE! THAT’S 1 – 0 !), this idiot author took a break (snerk—you’ll get it if you keep going) and entered to win tickets to the L.A. premiere of Hamilton. Why? Because I’m a longstanding theater nerd and I need to see this musical but I do not have the scratch to nip to New York City for it.
Anyway, if you enter to win by donating to the Immigrants: We Get the Job Done Coalition (a super-worthy cause!), you also get to make a #Ham4All video of yourself singing a song from Hamilton. So, against my better judgment, I did. (WHAT THE…)
Here’s the result. Don’t laugh! Unless you’re old enough to get the ’70s kids’ TV reference I used in the video. If you are, I love you, and you may laugh all you want.
Anyway, go to the Prizeo page and enter/donate, and you too can make a fool out of yourself on video. For a good cause, you understand.
Two weeks ago I was spitting nails about the horrible season ender of Sleepy Hollow. Yeah, yeah, spoiler alert. Everyone should know this by now: Abbie Mills, the main character, was killed off. You can read my reaction to it here—I can’t bear to go through it all again.
As is probably apparent in my previous blog post, I was livid at not only the actual choice to kill Abbie off, but also the sheer ineptitude with which it was done. As a writer, I boggled at the ham-fisted fashioning of the season finale (series finale? at this point I hope so)…actually, at the entire trajectory of the show after the creators left at the end of the first season.
I’m still pissed—yes, still! it was that poorly done!—but once I started thinking about the why of it all, my rage got even hotter. So here’s another blog post, rant No. 2. Buckle up, and don’t say I didn’t warn you. Read the rest of this entry