read and write. I write and read. They go hand in hand for me. I tell stories. I make them up in my head. If you cross my path, I'll probably make up a story about you. That's how it works in my brain.

Right now I am standing on a Brooklyn street corner(ish) and the man in the plaid shirt is:

A member of the Muslim Brotherhood. He only joined because his older brother did. He hates spaghetti with a passion because it reminds him of the worms his brother forcefed him when he was four.

And so it goes...I do this for everyone.

That's writing and it is just a part of me. Has been since I could form a conscious thought.

I've written crappy poetry. Crappy short stories. Crappy plays. Crappy screenplays.

I've written some stuff I am proud of. But it's a small percentage.

Am I a good writer? Shit, I don't know. Read the Mavis Gallant journal excerpts in The New Yorker (with what looks like a Doctor Obama on the cover) and you will have an insight into how I think about writing.

I don't write because I'm trying to get somewhere (lies!) but because I have to write. (Both are true.)

Acting is parallel to and completely separate from my writing. One informs the other, but they are wholly separate endeavors.

If I didn't act, I would still write.

If I didn't write, I would still act.

I don't know where my ideas come from.

I like the idea of picking them like rotting fruit from the branches of the collective unconscious.

I also like the idea that I have a muse (somewhere) who feeds me all the good stuff. (Lots of food analogies, I must be hungry.)

I sit down. I open my computer. I put my headphones in my ears. I turn on music. I put my fingers on MacBook keyboard. (Outrageous product placement in hopes of free stuff! Apple, I'm talking to you.)

I try and write 1500 words a day (that's Monday thru Friday for me) and that's it. Thats me. Amber. Writer. Numbnut extraordinaire.

(take a bow)
(get off the street corner)
(@darkoverorg hope this clears things up and makes us even Steven on the cheating)

I'm assuming that's a pic of Amber advertising 'Dust Up', well she is holding a baby.

Amber Benson
Holy crap! @TheRealElvira follows me?!? @thequeenbenson & I saw "Elvira: Mistress of the Dark" so many times we wore out the VHS tape.

Ben A. Varkentine How large a contribution to your favorite charity would it take for you to be filmed wearing one of her dresses? Hypothetically...

Got my nails done today...by a three year old. I think she did pretty darn good!

In other news: I will be voting (for @BarackObama) tomorrow - you should vote, too. You get an awesome sticker and a feeling of self-worth.

We fucking won!!!!!!

Wanna see me in pussy heaven?? Check out the short "Do You Have A Cat?"

Wish me luck today.

Tickets: $15
Popcorn & Soda: $8
Seeing Star Trek with my dad, who dresses like Captain Picard for Halloween every year: Priceless.