Rock Star Gone Mole

The last couple of weeks have been a sweet symphony of traveling, delicious modeling and TV gigs, planing my next trip to Europe, planing more work in NYC, fun dinners, shows in quaint little theaters, researching Marylin Monroe for acting class, reading scripts and writing a couple of lines in my upcoming book now and then… I guess more then than now…

However, the life of this little rock star did a 180. I realized that I had to get serious like a heart attack about my writing to meet my deadlines. Ever so slowly my rock star lifestyle morphed from life in the fast lane into life in front of a MAC. And I’m finding myself looking and feeling more and more like a mole. (the mammal and not a beauty mark..duh!). A mole with hot designer shoes and the fall collection from Essie on her manicured nails. But nevertheless a mole… how tragic…

It dawned on me last night how much a mole I’ve become when I got an invite to go to Vegas. ”Pack your bags girl and meet us downstairs in an hour. We are flying your ass to Vegas”. I mean, it doesn’t get more rock star than that. And how much fun would it be if this post came from Vegas champagne on ice in hand….? I’m just saying…. But instead ‘the mole’ wrote till she was too tired to think. She ‘cooked’ some edamame beans from Trader Joe’s with soy and pickled ginger and re-watched ‘The Graduate’. Not only am I mole, but I’m a nerdy mole…