Celebratory Self-Promotion

So...another one of my posts made it up on Media Bistro. While I am pretty sure just about anyone can post on there, I am still excited. To read a re-vamped version of me not being able to open my manuscript, click here.

Shameless Plug

I randomly decided to submit two of my blogposts about writing to Media Bistro's We The 'Bistro blog and one of them posted this week. Hollllaaaaaa. To check it out and make me feel special by commenting, click here.

Problem.

I've long teetered a fine line between bitter and idiotic, and so this blog was created so I might describe, delineate, explore, analyze, dissect, ponder, and otherwise publicly freak-out about my love/hate relationship with relationships. (Why I have no filter or shame or qualms about doing so is another issue entirely.) However, I no longer have a love/hate relationships with relationships. I'm deliciously, deliriously, disgustingly happy. Which means I'm having a hard time coming up with material. Which is really quite frustrating. Oh, wait. No it's not.

Sure, I could think of stuff to write about. How happy I am, for example. But who wants to hear about that? I certainly don't. I mean, it's a pretty terrible problem to have. Not being about to write about how confused, lost, wrong (or wronged) I am. Really sucks. Who wants to be happy anyway? (Have I mentioned how happy I am, yet? Oh, I did? Sorry.)

Oddly, when I'm happy, I tend to worry: When's this happiness stuff going to end? Can I anticipate every possible outcome so I don't get hurt? (I can. But for some reason I still end up getting hurt. Weird.)

But! I'm not worried. I'm just happy. And that's incredibly boring. Fabulously boring. Terrifically boring a.k.a. not boring at all because I'm so freakin' happy. (Please feel free to hate me. I almost do.)

A Real-life Writer, eek

So...I've changed my NatashaBurton.com domain into a real website for my real writerly life. Hopefully you loyal readers have figured that out by now, as this blog will forever be found at cheerfulpessimisting.blogspot.com. (That is until the person who has cheerfulpessimist deletes their account. If you haven't updated in over a year I think blogger should do that for you...just sayin'.)

Anyway! I made my super-important-and-very-serious Writer site in iWeb and there are some weird kinks I am attempting to work out (random text boxes, you know, fun stuff like that) but I would love any and all brands of feedback from fellow writers, blog-readers, and of course my adoring fans.

So, please check out the new site if you have a sec. I promise my eternal love. Or at least a piece of non-poisoned candy.

New Blog!

A little shameless self-promotion (ugh, cliche, I know)...

My roommate Meagan and I started a site called The Little Black Blog of Big Red Flags. We'll be posting anonymous stories from women about all the weird things we let slide when we're dating a guy that typically turn out to contribute to what went wrong when the relationship is over.

If you have a red flag you want to share, please email us at BigRedFlags@gmail.com (no names will be used) or just head on over to the site by clicking here. Enjoy!

Watch Me Embarass Myself in Public!

No, no I'm going to be dancing awkwardly, spilling on myself, tripping over carpet lint, or making out with random dudes (well, not intentionally), but I will be giving TMI by reading an excerpt from my super-classy memoir about trying to be slutty in college, entitled Gone Shacking.

Along with the fabulously poetic Stephen Silke and other more seasoned (published) writers, I am participating in the last USC Master of Professional Writing program reading series of the semester this Friday at The Spot in Culver City. The fun starts at 7:30 pm.

Hope to see you there!