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:: novelist + screenwriter :: feminist western historical horror :: THE NIGHT POOL coming Spring ‘26, Blackstone :: rep: Janklow & Nesbit :: existential dread gold medalist :: www.laurenleesmith.net
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Here’s my face from yesterday en route to watch anxiety-exploding kid hockey. Does anyone else get depressed when they don’t have a deadline? I need my agent to yell at me or something because the insidious realities are creeping back in …

If someone took my teenage daughter to Mexico they’d be chasing that paperback debut with an obituary

42 yo men don’t “fall in love” with 16 yo kids w/ a history of violent sexual abuse, they PREY on them. This is a heinous romanticization of pedophilia + a grotesque vehicle for a hipster writer’s fatuous, self-indulgent, nonsensical prose. How on earth does this get published?

‪Oh look Vanity Fair hired a male hipster to romanticize pedophilia and the predation of abused children .. what a new and refreshing direction for men

When you’ve been writing in isolation for forever and then you are finally in the position to ask authors you respect to blurb and they say, “I’d love to read it.”

The problem with being a tired mom writer that works from home is that there is also a bed in this house.

Good morning to a new week. I made strides on a new book so intensely personal it triggered me for months and I completely shut down operations on it. But I’m back at it, and the painful parts aren’t so rough now. The way out is always through. Happy writing, yall! 📚

BEARER OF BAD NEWS: putting down your phone and resisting the urge to doomscroll for a little bit so you can make progress on your writing project actually *does* make you feel better (sorry) 🥺 .

This is still my advice: Become a writer anyway. Fuck it, do it, it won't save you, but it's still a beautiful dream to write novels and short stories and poems and mingle with other dreamers and make art and laugh in the face of death. And writing is constant death. Live más.

There is finally a tempestuous storm here in SoCal which is great because I was getting annoyed with being full of dark and malignant emotion in the sunshine.

Māori MPs briefly suspended the Aotearoa parliament’s attempts to reinterpret their founding treaty in the most bad ass use of the Haka I’ve ever seen.

Me when the PTA lady starts walking down the school pickup line tapping on windows

SNL skit called “DR. ICK” but it’s just about familial political gaslighting where your family votes for fascism and then acts like you’re a Bond villain for being disgusted and not wanting to talk to them

Major jump scare when you are accustomed to the polished prose of a near complete draft and then you switch to a new project. I’m like, once upon a funkin time over here with this new book, wondering if I even know how to write werds.

I pitched a new wip to my agent via a pub marketplace sale that I wrote as a form of manifestation, and honestly I’m proud of myself. Pitching used to be really hard for me and now it feels easier to write a story when I have the stakes clearly stated in a pitch. Also, it sounds like a cool book. 😂

New book announcement!