Author: Emily Sara Smucker

I signed up to work backstage at a community theater production of “Annie” last month, and I’m totally loving it. I’m not acting in it, mind you, just working backstage. Everyone seems a bit perplexed as to why I’m working backstage and not acting, but backstage work is just less complicated. You don’t have to…

I think I’ll wait until tomorrow to post about the play, “Annie,” that I’m doing backstage work for. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love you, Tomorrow! You’re only, a daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay aaaaaaaaaaaaawaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No one really cares about Thursdays, but I feel sorry for them. I’ve always liked Thursdays, myself. The other day I was on my computer and I realized that I have a lot of movies that I’ve never posted, or ones that I haven’t posted in a very long time that most everyone has probably…

When I was on xanga, Mom got my grandma a xanga site, and then subscribed to me, so that all my posts were emailed to her. Grandma doesn’t do internet or anything complicated, but she does email, and she loved receiving updates on my life like that. Well now that I’ve moved to wordpress she…

Stuart Little is a bizarre book. Every time I tell someone that they say, “Hmm. I haven’t read it in a while.” Well, I haven’t either, but every once in a while I just start thinking about how weird it is. Now is one of those times. It reads like a dream. Not like a…

Since I last posted I have… Had a book signing at my house in Oregon where the most random assortment of people showed up. Gone to the fair, again, and sold only 4 books. Had a large number of people ask me if I’m in College and had to tell them the shameful news that…

I was bending over the serger, trying to make a magenta button-down shirt smaller. I wanted to wear it to the fair, so that I would look classy and people would buy lots of books. “Emily, be ready to go by 1:00 sharp,” Mom called through the door. “1:00! I thought we were leaving at…

What is important? Is chicken important? You’d think chicken would be important. Chicken was the important thing and now it’s not. Safflower oil is. But who cares about safflower oil? I care about milk. I always have. Milk and peanut butter, but thankfully they never took peanut butter away. I still have peanut butter. But…

I want to write a fascinating post about my book signing on Saturday. Then I want to copy and paste it onto my louderthanwords blog and get that off my conscience. However, sometimes in life we don’t get everything we want. This is one of those times. There just isn’t a whole lot to say…

I don’t want to update my blog. I don’t want to go to Barnes and Noble tomorrow and sign books and give a talk. I don’t want to reply to all the emails and facebook messages and blog posts that I need to reply to. I don’t want to do anything but lie in bed…