Hi! My name is Becky. I'm a writer, and when I was in college, my friends compared me to Jane Austen. It's probably because I love romantic comedies, but also because I'm constantly observing my surroundings. I take notice of things that other people can't really see (and sometimes fight me on it when I try to bring it to their attention. *shrugs*).
Anyway, I've recently finished writing a book (book one in a series, I hope!), and decided that a blog would probably be the best way to get the word out (ya know, besides take out an ad somewhere). I'm slowly becoming obsessed with reading other people's blogs. Mostly health and wellness, and while I'll probably have a bit of that in here (my parents just put together a Lippert Family Cookbook, chronicling all the recipes in my mom's family), I've got several interests.
I'm a geek. Seriously. My dad saw "Star Wars" in the theater seven times. I'm pretty sure the geekiness is hereditary. I have so much movie knowledge in my head, my nickname should be Quentin Tarantino.
My Bachelor's degree is in Screenwriting and I have two minors in Music Performance and Digital Film Making. Maybe one day my Stephens Gals and I will make a movie together.
But, back to the book I just finished. It's a comedic spy novel (which shows that I watched waaaaaaay too much Chuck this past year, may it RIP) with reviews from my best friend that it reminds her of Meg Cabot. I don't think it gets more flattering than that, honestly.
I guess I'll leave you with some pics of my life...
Though you can't see his face, Mr. Pumpkinhead here is actually Henry. A stray that a friend insisted I take because otherwise he was going to the pound, and they'd surely euthanize him (he was all of four weeks old and just as cute as could be! How could I say no?). Henry likes cake, headbutting and my dad. Yeah, when I move out in a few months, Henry has chosen to stay put...and he'll turn four on June 23. He likes squash, popcorn and ice cream.
And now, I'd like to introduce you to the Real Jane Austen, a dilute tortie. Henry's older sister, who is just as dainty and ladylike as people would like to believe Jane Austen the person was, but lacks the sense of humor. Jane is a one-person cat, and she has chosen me to be that person. She's a doll, but oh-so needy. I adore her. She's going to be five on June 13.