Hi. I’m Erin Bush. This is my blog.
I’m a thirty-something professional living in Northern Virginia. I’m married to Rick, a self-proclaimed science geek. We have four cats and four kids. I work full time as a new media director for a niche magazine. I’m also a part-time historian for my mom’s little company. I’m a wannabe PhD candidate and I’m trying to write my first mystery novel. I do as much as I can, but there aren’t enough hours in the day to do everything I’d like to do. So I make giant to-do lists. I don’t always accomplish everything, but at least having a list keeps me from shaving my head and forgetting to wear underwear.
I originally started this blog as a way to combat the insomniatic side effect of mourning my grandmother’s death. After three weeks of watching infomercials in the middle of the night, I decided it was time to do something. Since there are only a few legal things you can do at 3 in the morning, I started a blog. It originally focused on the minutiae of daily life with four kids and a job, then I decided to focus only on the process of mystery writing.
I’m typically all over the place in real life and true to form, I found the strict blog topic of “fiction writing” oppressive and stopped blogging to take a little hiatus. I’ve since realized that I don’t need a direction. Hell, Lewis and Clark didn’t know where they were going right? (Sorry, bad example.) So you’ll find a little bit of everything here: thoughts on mother (and stepmother-)hood; wifely duties; cooking; baking; writing; being fit; working; thinking; and expanding my mind, among others…
I enjoy cupcakes, TiVo, olives, trashy girlie magazines, dancing in the kitchen, clean hair, Ashtanga yoga, midnight margaritas and naps. I take pictures with a Nikon D50 and a variety of fancypants lenses. I love history and I’m a licensed Private Investigator in Virginia. Sometimes I even moonlight and do sneaky PI work. It’s not really as sexy as it sounds, but it keeps the mind sharp.
Welcome. I’m glad you’re here. Leave comments or email me. I’d love to hear about what you like to read or what you’re attempting to write. I love getting mail. But if you say mean things, I can’t promise that I’ll be the bigger person.
