For The Love Of Words

I need you all to know that when people ask me my favorite word, I lie. Because no one else seems to think 'concourse' is as beautiful as I do.

But I also lie because, well, I have more than one. Terrible, I know.

Bixby

Say it. It sounds so perfect. And it fits so well on your tongue, no?

Fottuto Ciuccia Cazzo

If I tell you what that means you won't think very highly of me. But the sounds they are like caramel almost.

Bungalow
Eloquence
Saffron
Susquehanna
Vestigial
Wherewithal
Woebegone

Along with about 90 others. I don't know who I would be without words. Everything I do is somehow done in words. I need them. I love them. But I really love these.

Big Dreams For The Big Screen

For a long time I said, "I would never want to be famous. Can you imagine how hard that must be? All the work? Being 'on' all the time? No way. Not me."

But I have been thinking, and honestly, I would be THRILLED to be a successful actress.

The first issue is, of course, I don't have the balls to audition in front of hoards of people.
The second issue is far more basic (and incredibly more limiting than a bit of fear) I don't have the talent for it.

That is all well and good, except for the fact that now, each time I watch a show or movie I cannot help but think about the work that went into the production. I mean, what wouldn't be fun about singing and dancing with a dozen or so twenty-somethings four to six days a week?

I don't know, I just cannot stop thinking about what it would really be like to live and work in Hollywood. Now, I know it's not all glitter and smiles. It's work, hard work. And not everyone is hired, and even if you are it may only be once.

All I'm saying is, if given the chance, I guess I would go for it.

Ahem, Shonda Rhimes, do you need someone? I'm sure I would work so well with Patrick Dempsey. No? Well a reality show would do too. MTV? You interested?