Uh, hi Quentin! Uh...HI!

So this Friday, I will be covering the Eyegore Awards at Universal Studios.  I can hear the "WTF" after reading that line if you're not into horror movies.  The Eyegore Awards are akin to The Oscars for horror, but instead of evening gowns and tuxedos, it's skull shirts and black leather mini dresses.  

This photo pretty much says it all about the Eyegore Awards

The event is more laid back and filled with big names in the world of horror.  It takes place at The Globe Theater on the Universal Studios lot and signals the grand opening of their yearly Halloween Horror Nights.  After the awards, we'll also get to go into the park and see all the new mazes.

Sounds glamorous and fun, right?  Well, it can be, and getting to tour the mazes will be a blast, but prepping for these things, especially when you're not a college-educated journalist, can be nerve wracking as hell.  You stand still on the red carpet for 90 min., wait for people to grace your presence (and if you're not with Entertainment Weekly or something similarly large, you get overlooked a lot) and hope that you know something about the people who DO want to be interviewed - like their names, for instance, and most of all, you hope that you don't end up looking like an ass in front of someone like Guillermo Del Toro (who is getting the biggest award this year).

Let me emphasize that a lot of this fear comes from the fact that I am not a professional journalist.  Almost anyone can write for Examiner.com.  That's great for someone like me who loves to write, didn't go to college but has a Type A personality when it comes to grammar and spelling and loves to attend Hollywood events.  It can be terrible for Examiner, who seems hell bent on letting people write who can barely spell their own names, plagiarize other people's work and generally bring the class level down to white trash for their publication.  That means I spend a lot of time proving to publicists and studios that I am the real deal, that I will actually PROMOTE the things they want promoted and do so without making them, or me, look like an ass.

Rapid changes, and who am I

Who am I?  Holy cow, how would I even explain it?  I am a mother, a wife, a small, home-based business owner, a woman of 43.  Pretty surface level but all pretty normal, right?  Then comes the strange.

I'm also a writer of columns on soap operas, horror movies, pets, the LGBTQ community and the paranormal.  I have interviewed celebrities. I have washed poopy underwear.  I attended the after-party for The Scream Awards with the likes of Quentin Tarantino.  I have been on "empty the trash can duty" when the kid had the flu.  I've had my photo taken with John Landis.  I rarely get out of my pajamas since my office is at home, meaning I also rarely wear a bra, which is not as pretty of a sight as it used to be. I watch "General Hospital," "Supernatural," "Ghost Hunters" and dog shows.  I don't understand why "Saw" isn't a chick flick.  I have sold Barbie dolls, Beanie Babies, thousands upon thousands of VHS tapes, Justin Bieber party supplies and mullet wigs.  I love Disneyland but hate crowds. I am the wife of a Toyota mechanic who is also an aspiring filmmaker.  I love to cook and have had glimmerings about taking on a gluten-free food truck.

My husband and I up and made the decision to move to Southern California from Virginia in 2007 because we wanted to.  No job transfer, no one we knew.  People thought we were nuts.  Our daughter, who is now our son, was struggling, and we wanted a more open and accepting environment.  In five years, we are on our third house.  From a rental house in our first stop, Temecula, to a house we bought in Temecula, to lease purchasing that one and moving to Orange County.  Now we are planning a move to Los Angeles next spring.  We wither and die a little more each time we think of a U-Haul.

So who am I?  Hard to tell from that description.  I'm not sure I can answer that question.  I guess that's what this blog is all about.  Who am I, what do I want out of life, and am I going down the right path.  It feels like writing it all out will help.  If I go back and look at my thoughts and feelings at any given moment, maybe I can make sense of it all.  Do I want to be a writer?  A PR person?  Continue on with my business?  Lie on the couch and watch bad Sci-Fi movies with Debbie Gibson and Urkel?  Hope my husband makes all the money so I can sit on the board of a charity and plan fantastic cocktail parties and hob-nob with people named Buffy and Mimsy?

Hell, I don't know.  I hope this blog will help me figure it out.  I wonder if anyone will read it?

The main focus of my business these days is wigs, costumes, party supplies, toys and novelties.  That means that Halloween is fast approaching, and thus, my sales are going up.  This is my busy season every year, and it gets crazy-stressful and wild.  It has been my goal this year to stop doing so much manually and streamlining the whole process.