The Bitter Blogger

Hello World! 

This is me! Looking very pretty, because let’s be honest, the prettier you look the more likes you get, or so I’m told.

Also me, starting my own blog! Which I can’t believe, because you know what nobody does anymore, read blogs!

I'm a little late to the party.

I always thought I’d be a critically acclaimed writer by 34, I’d definitely have two books in the bank, maybe a screenplay, most certainly an agent’s office to drink coffee and write quietly while he/she/him/her/them/they negotiated my next paycheck with Harper Collins’.

Now 34 I realize I’ve built a life around working really really hard on some kind of a career, a small personal life, and my ever fluctuating figure so that I don’t have to think about how I’ve let myself down.

Alas, in those quiet times between jobs and dates and text messaging’s, this feeling always arises. I can almost hear 65 year old Josie’s disappointment that not only did I never have an agent, I never finished the god damn book in the first place.

So, bloggers, non bloggers, readers, Angelenos, people of the world. Don’t be afraid, THIS IS NOT MY BOOK. This is my blog and I’m going to force myself to do it until the pangs of “why haven’t I written in 5 years?!” subside. Thanks for reading, if you’ve made it this far.