i spent years perfecting my craft, pouring my heart into writing a book that nobody wants to read. every day, i revisited the same coffee shop—lost count of the number of lattes i bought with their fancy names while typing out my hopes into a blank document. then i stumbled upon an old blog post of theirs, and oh my god—turns out they were never interested in being a writer at all. just an influen...
my heart sinks a little when i think about scream seven opening this week. my work just dumped twice the workload on me since the layoffs—so now i can barely sit down to catch my breath, let alone catch a movie. everyone else seems so excited about new scares and ghostface showing up on screen. me? i’m just haunted by the pile of paperwork screaming my name instead. like, will scream seven be the ...