Good Things with the Exception of Shampoo

It's raining aggressively outside right now and the bottoms of my pants are soaking wet because I'm shorter than a person ought to be...but things aren't so very bad at all. For example, yesterday my office building closed down because of some rad explosion that shut down all the power around Arlington St./Copley Square. This enabled me to have a leisurely cup of coffee with a friend, write a little, and take a nap. Granted, had I known about the unexpected 3 day weekend I probably would have stayed in New York another day, but unfortunately I'm neither psychic or powerful enough to cause explosions with my mind. Both of these things may change someday.

Speaking of New York, it was awesome. I got to drink insane amounts of coffee in wonderful company, check out sister Meg's fun apartment (which may or may not have a rat in the walls but is charming nevertheless), watch Arrested Development for the first time ever (I know!),and just relax a little. It was cold as hell, true, but still awesome.

Last night Alison and I ate sandwiches and gaped at Robert Pattinson for about two hours. I get it, I don't care, he's ridiculous. Renee, back me up?

And this morning I got shampoo in my eye which I hadn't done for about a decade. And it will take about another decade to forget how effing awful it is to get shampoo in your eye.

But I digress. The main idea of the story is that things are pretty good. I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving and beyond. To a time when I can create power outages with mind-force.



Eat good, chickens.
xo
erin

Vampires.

Dear reader,
In an attempt to avoid hyperbole, I'll tell you that words like "train wreck" and "nuclear meltdown" could be used to describe the week in which I'm currently mired. Read the preceding text as if I'm speaking in a British accent, please.

So, instead, let me talk about vampires. You heard me, vampires. I've had two awesome vampiric artistic (ish) experiences recently that I've loved in very very different ways. The first is the film, Let the Right One In. This is a Swedish horror movie that some of my lovely work friends and I went to see in Kendall Square this past weekend. It was so sparse and cold looking, with that specifically northern loneliness that can only be visually communicated through shots of snow at night. Really gorgeous. I didn't know what the hell I thought of the movie after I left the theater, but a few hours later I decided that I'm crazy about it. It was so heartfelt and innocent, but also really filled with torment and grief, but in the end, it was a love story.


A real weirdo love story, but a love story. Go see it, but not if you're feeling kind of strange to begin with. If you're feeling strange, rent Anchor Man.

The second stop in our vampiric journey is...yup, you guessed it, the Twilight series. Guys. Seriously? What's going on? I loved the first book and am buying the second today. Am I fourteen? It's crack.



BookCrack. Every woman I know wants to have relations with Edward Cullen (Harry Potter's Cedric Diggery for those of you who have stared at the movie posters scratching your collective adorable head). It's hard to explain. Just read it the books, it will only take you about a day.

So, thank goodness for vampires, folks, or else I may have brawled with myself Fight Club style in a public place. And it's only Wednesday!

Someone buy me a coffee or something?
Love,
erin

Briefly...

Oh folks, have I been writing. I just passed by the 50% mark, and I'm exhausted. But I've got to keep going! I'm just a few weeks away from having a novel. I real, honest to goodness novel. Yes, it will need gigantic amounts of revision and no, I don't know for sure where my characters will find themselves at the end...but it's a process.

Last night we had a fabulously fun Bastards Inc. show at Improv Boston. It's been uniquely terrific performing with Ryan and Taylor every Thursday. My chief problem with all this is that I keep laughing on stage during scenes. Which is both a lovely and utterly infuriating problem to have. They're just pretty awesome.

This weekend is going to be filled with writing, movies, writing, comedy, and I might try to write a little.

Miss you too.
Love,
erin

A Question of Love

I'm at about 16,000 words on my novel so far, sorry for the never-posting.

I feel a lot of things about prop. 8 and have not been able to articulate them effectively. I think Keith does it pretty well for me (us). What an interesting time to be an American...





xo,
erin

Here's The Thing...

I'm doing this nanowrimo craziness and it's seriously cut down on my blogging. I understand that that sentence might be entirely nonsensical to many, many people. Basically, I'm trying to write a novel and trying to keep up with daily word counts. It's hilarious and maddening and really fun. At this very moment I am behind, but not for long! I'm at 4,815 and I should be very close to 6,000.

So back I go. To writing, working, etc.

VOTE, for Obama.


kisses,
erin