Another introduction

I wanted to be a writer for a very, very long time. Poetry was my forte, but I really yearned to write short stories, novels, epics even! Unfortunately for me, I completely suck at this kind of creative writing. SUCK at it. I can say more in a 16-line poem than I can in 100 pages of prose fiction for some reason. Some would say that was talent; I kinda think it's lame. My brain just can't function with all that white space of empty pages looming again, waiting to be filled. My sentences are clunky, ugly, and boring.

My friend, Erin, on the other hand, is the writer I always wanted to be. She's fucking fantastic. Yes, her skillz are so intense that I will drop an f-bomb to describe them. Erin writes in many styles and genres, which makes me slightly jealous and highly envious. Alas, I can't hate her because she's also flippin' cool, and if I killed her, I wouldn't get to read her work anymore.

She has previously delved into the world of comic books, writing White Viper which was published online last year (her dad, Frank McLauglin, a rather talented comic book artist, inked it). She also writes a column for The Fairfield County Weekly, which is equally as awesome and entertaining as she. The last one I read was about strippers and prostitutes, I think, and how the bad economic times are impacting their world. She did quite a few interviews for the piece, and it was deliciously informative and edgy.

Erin has now decided to dive into the world of blogs. Last week, she started up Memoirs of a Phat Chick. If you've got 10 minutes to spare today, please, please, please do yourself a favor and read the 3 pieces she put up for all our viewing pleasure. You won't be disappointed. You will laugh. You'll probably cry, too (I'll admit at least one of the pieces had me balling like a baby in my cube last week). And you will come back for more. I promise you that.