Do you ever get in one of those fevered writing jags where the ideas come so fast and so powerfully that you curse your hands for not being able to type 500 words a minute? I’ve been in the heart of one today and honestly, it’s better than s- ‘mores. Ideally, I’d be out camping right now eating s’mores while writing, but seeing as I’m in New York in my apartment and eating healthier I’ll settle for the writing. I’m going to get back to it before the Golden Globes come on.

Shoot, now I really want a s’more.