There’s No Business Like Show Business


I woke up early Thursday morning to tune into the announcement for this year’s Oscar nominations.    As I think I mentioned in prior posts, I am a self-professed, very obsessed movie junkie and I follow the award season like a stockbroker follows the swing of the New York Stock Exchange or the millions of people that follow Kim Kardashian on Twitter.

Every year, I have the same ritual.  I get up, walk myself to the kitchen and make myself breakfast and then sit down in front of the TV with my paper and pen in hand, jotting down all of the nominees and predicting who I think will most likely win.  I’m like a gambler marking down my picks to submit to my bookie.  I’m only glad I don’t know any bookies because if I did, I’d be in serious trouble! Keep me away from Las Vegas for my own good.

Then, I make plans for the weekend and head straight to the theater and watch all of the movies that I haven’t seen yet that is up for any kind of an award, including the best song or animated film category.  I’m not picky at all.  In fact, I can’t wait to see Wreck It Ralph.

I will spend the next few weeks sitting in a stadium seating, temperature controlled, surround sound cinema with my lightly salted popcorn and soda crying through Les Miserables, being inspired by Life with Pi, ogling Bradley Cooper and closing my eyes at the gory parts of Dyango Unchained.

I know it’s a little crazy and I will most definitely gain a few unwanted pounds with the amount of popcorn I will consume these next few weeks but it will be so worth it.  Because on February 24th, when I tune in to see the Oscars, I will be prepared with my best picks.  Of course, I’ll be wrong most of the time, but who cares!  That’s the fun of it.  In fact, all of it is fun-the dresses, the drama and the overly long or sentimental acceptance speeches.  I will soak up every minute of it!

My only regret this year is that Meryl Streep is not nominated for anything.  It’s the first time-in what?  I’d say a hundred years!

Anyway, got to go-the movies are calling.  I’ve got a lot to catch up on and not enough time to get through it.  Wish me luck.


Oscar Alert!

My first chick-lit book is all about a heroine who wishes to leave behind her boring job as an accountant to land in Hollywood.

Marty Peters is a young professional working as junior tax accountant for Staner, Warsaw and Bentley, a high power accounting firm in New York City. Marty hates her job of number crunching and secretly longs to pack it all in and follow her dreams of Hollywood fame and fortune.

When both of those worlds combine through a series of comical misunderstandings and one missing screenplay, Marty finds herself as one of the accountants at Staner chosen to fly out to Los Angeles to attend the Academy Awards.

Taking credit for “Until Tomorrow”, a screenplay that does not belong to her, and falling in love with the handsome Egan Riley, the writer behind Until Tomorrow and the only person who stands in her way of living the life of paparazzi and movie premieres, Marty finds that she must make a choice between love or her fifteen minutes of fame on the red carpet.

I hope you check it out!

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