I try to avoid Twitter. I occasionally can't resist the siren call of email.

Nah... I mean, I'm already pregnant, so what other kind of shenanigans could I get into?

Here's my unsolicited advice to any aspiring screenwriters who might be reading this: Don’t ever agonize about the hordes of other writers who are ostensibly your competition. No one else is capable of doing what you do.

People are more interested in being visible than they are in loving other people.

I'm glad that as a 33-year-old working mother, I can still choose to wear a Hello Kitty T-shirt or stay up late scrolling through the Twitter feed of my junior-high crush.

Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings worse than your abandonment.

Couture gowns are like gremlins; you can't expose them to bright light or get them wet.