and p.s.
in case you're wondering: no, i haven't forgotten to write about/explain that leather-bound book photo below. i'm just sorting things through in my head, and figuring out what to write about first. it's coming...
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the misadventures of a gal with a laptop, a love of cake and an insatiable hunger for all things silly.
stuff about me
i write for a living, hence the name of the blog. i'm a freelance lifestyle and entertainment writer, and you can find me in assorted print and online publications. one day, hopefully some day soon, i'll be a produced screenwriter. my mother still clings to the hope that i'll develop a sudden interest in medicine or law and get a Real Job™ that doesn't allow one to perform one's duties in pyjamas, but i'd rather write about movies and television and get paid for that. i love cake. i think squirrels are endlessly entertaining. i'm hopelessly addicted to film festivalling and spend far too much time dissecting same. i have a fear of gnomes, leprechauns and porcelain dolls that come to life at night and kill you in your sleep.
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2 comments:
I felt that way about the hijab. And then there was that mess with my phone wiring. And even when I did write, I didn't say what I wanted to say. Writing. Gotta love it.
exactly!
i know i need to sit down and write properly, but i haven't yet. i have a backlog of blog posts in my head and, as each new one pops up, the queue just keeps getting longer.
so, instead, i post photos of apple cancer.
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