So here's the deal...

I'm gonna do this quick and dirty. Okay not so dirty. Dirty is completely against my nature, as anyone who knows me well would attest. But quick. Quick is the name of the game. Actually the name of this game is... Bianca MUST. WRITE. SOMETHING. EVERY. DAMN. DAY. That means no endless analyzing and contemplating of the placement, meaning or cleverness of each word and sentence. I type. I post. You read. If you give a fuck. (I don't.)

Some people say that blogs are bullshit. Forums for people who feel the need to express their opinion because nobody in their life really wants to hear it. Or they just want the attention. Or both. Apparently, blogging is merit-less. Because anyone these days can do it. But you know what? These days, anyone can write a screenplay, sell it and become an overnight sensation (or Oscar nominated former stripper) despite painfully pretentious and unbelievable dialogue or any evidence of honest-to-goodness talent. That's just the way this world works.

So, yeah, I'm trying to become an overnight sensation. "Overnight" would be a stretch at this point though. I'm coming up on my 10 year reunion and damnit if I'm not rich and famous with a hot, sexy actor husband like I vowed I would be when I graduated high school. Fuck it. I have a cool job. And I have a manager. Two of them to be exact. And they like me. They really, really like me. Except I'm not delivering as quickly as I should be. I've got this script that I'm working on and it's been like pulling teeth. And I've realized that if I'm ever going to succeed when I get down to the nitty-gritty business of writing - ie; when I'm expected to deliver by a deadline - then I need to start exercising this muscle.

So here I am. Exercising. My braaaaaaiiiin. Anyway. This is more or less like a journal. I've always been terrible at keeping journals. So this is an experiment journal. I'm going to try to commit to writing about something every single day. The topics will vary widely, based on my daily observations or whatever I feel like ranting about at any particular moment. Which could totally suck and be completely delusional and if you know me may make you realize that when I jokingly call myself crazy, I'm not really joking.

My name is Bianca. As in Jagger. I'm a big ass closed book, but I'm trying to crack my cover.

This is my new blog.

Read it. Or don't. But read it. Seriously. I need the attention.

P.S. Lucinda Larkham is fake. I liked to think of her as my British alter-ego. But I've come to grips with 2 things: I'm not British. And I lost interest. It happens. See? Crazy.