I’m Stressed. I Need Foxes.
First of all, join me over at Southern Belle View today where I interview a great Southern author, Sandra D. Bricker, and give away one of her fabulous books. You will want to hear about her glitzy connections to soap opera stars.
Oh, my. I haven't blogged in forever. I couldn't handle all the cheap Representative Weiner jokes that kept exploding in my head, most of which I couldn't share, and had to take to my bed. Have you seen his wife? She is so out of his league, I don't understand why he didn't live perfectly every day in fear of her realizing their League Gap and kicking him to the curb.
So I saw Something Borrowed. It's based off a book by Emily Giffin, a book I read so many years ago I couldn't recall much of it. But I didn't remember the main character's male best friend being someone I was rooting for. I didn't remember thoroughly disliking the hero because he was a total door mat. I get asked for writing tips a lot, and I rarely mention writing here for fear of boring you. ***MOVIE SPOILER ALERT**** SKIP next two paragraphs if you don't want the ending of Something Borrowed spoiled. Anyway, here's a writing tip. If you have a love triangle, don't make the Romantic Non-Winner the best deal. And for heaven's sake, do NOT make your RNW John Krasinski. I love that guy, but casting him as the One She Doesn't Choose was a BAD MOVE. John is The Pick. Women are always going to choose him.
You know why we'll always choose John Krasinski? Because he's that one guy in junior high/high school we let get away because we didn't know he'd grow up to be John Krasinski. All of us over the age of 25 probably have one of those. When he was younger, he was quieter, nerdier, more awkward. Then bam! He grows up, and suddenly he's no longer wearing “First Chair Tuba” t-shirts and asking you if you want to come over and watch him play Super Mario, but looking appropriately put together in GAP and on time with his mortgage payment. The target demographic of the movie Something Borrowed KNOWS John. They love John. Some of them married John. Some of them sat in the back pew of the Brightwater Methodist church and watched someone else marry John. So romance writers, when casting the role of your own One Who She Doesn't Pick, don't give us Mr. Right.
Speaking of fiction writing, have you seen this video by author Carolyn Parkhurst? I think she probably feels like the rest of us when it comes to self-promotion…or does she?
“It's my oeuvre.” Love the preggo lady chugging beer.
And did you see this amazing story about a tradition of a father reading to his daughter?
In other media news that ticks me off (I get a little testy the last week or two of school…), Tom Cruise is set to play the lead in the movie adaptation of Rock of Ages. This would be the Broadway show that once featured Bret Michaels. Skanky man who makes the Health Department tremble? Yes. But genuine rocker, absolutely. Apparently Tom Cruise is training five hours a day with the vocal coach of Axl Rose and showed up to a table read dressed like Bret.
Nooooooooo. In the name of all that is holy and good about 80s Hair Bands, this must not be! Why, God, WHY?
*grabs smelling salts*
It's been a hard, hard pop culture week for me, and clearly you can see why I'm exhausted.
I need to focus on something good. Something that makes sense.
I need to focus on foxes on a trampoline.
Have a great weekend. Two weeks late, but I'm out of school. Let summer begin!!!!
First, you are so dadgum photogenic. I bet you never get a picture where you’re making a sneezeface. You hussy. Second, the foxes on the trampoline made my day. I love the one that bounces … then stops, like “Whoa .. what’s this?!”. So cute. Biscuit needs a trampoline. I think she’d dig it. As it is, the world is her trampoline. (The world is also her bathroom.)