THE FOREST FOR THE TREES is about writing, publishing and what makes writers tick. This blog is dedicated to the self loathing that afflicts most writers. A community of like-minded malcontents gather here. I post less frequently now, but hopefully with as much vitriol. Please join in! Gluttons for punishment can scroll through the archives.
If I’ve learned one thing about writers, it’s this: we really are all alone. Thanks for reading. Love, Betsy
I know. He’s so good. But he has that creepiness, even though his face isn’t creepy like Ralph Fiennes. He’s hammy and scene chompy. But good. I can’t decide.
Sweetie, that’s Andrew McCarthy.
Under the Banner of Heaven! Tick Tick Boom! And he’s Jewish! What could be bad?
I know. He’s so good. But he has that creepiness, even though his face isn’t creepy like Ralph Fiennes. He’s hammy and scene chompy. But good. I can’t decide.
Umm, isn’t that Jon Hamm?