Hi, I’m Erin! →

I am a screenwriter. I arrange words.

Ahhh words. You gotta love them. They’re great.

Look, there’s one now → word. Wow. Amazing. It’s so beautiful.

Everyone uses words, everyone tells stories. Talk to the average seven year old, you’re gonna hear some stories you wish you didn’t have to hear but it’s really good that you do. Why? Cause your seven year old is trying to communicate with you and it’s a really important that you let them do that. Or so I’ve heard, I’m no scientist. Actually I have a degree in biology so maybe I am a scientist (no, no, I’m definitely not a scientist). Okay, where was I going with this?

Oh yes, words are very important. They are very cool. They possess an uncanny ability to move behind walls, pass through locked doors, and advance into uninvited places. Don’t believe me? Ask the Grinch that literally stole Christmas. He didn’t want it to happen, he was determined to not let it happen, but one nice chorus and that guy was UNDONE. Heart! Three sizes! You get it.

Words, I’m telling you, they function like invisible little ninjas carrying meaning and power. They can punch you in the face with their invisible fists, or give you a nice warm hug with their invisible, cuddly arms. I know a lot of people are into pictures, undoubtedly pictures have better PR these days, better Instagrams, sure, but I’m into words. And into stories. And scripts. And ice cream, but that’s irrelevant. Moving on.

Something else I love: truly insignificant things. I am a content human being today because I give so much weight to small things. And when a film sets those moments up? Amazing.

“You’re not invited to my birthday party!!!“ (Peanut Butter Falcon) “Why are they so excited about a five?” (Silver Lining’s Playbook) Those are the nuggets right there, folks, true human victories that only matter to the people involved. The rest of the world? Could care less. To us? Everything.

You give me a ‘tiny’ moment in a film—it’s like a fishing bobber floating in the ocean. You think, oh, how cute, here’s this little bobber moving up and down in the waves, so small and inconsequential, it’s almost negligible in these mighty waters. But do you know what’s attached to that bobber? A line. And do you know what is attached to that line? A 300 pound Marlin. Or a 6 ounce sunfish. Or absolutely nothing. It depends how good your storyteller is.

Big point: I’m here to put some fish on the lines, friends. You may see some utterly ridiculous and random things on this site, but that’s me. And I have complete faith we’ve got somewhere to go with this. So, without much further adieu, here is your official invitation to join me→JOIN ME.

**If you have been left the above paragraphs feeling liked you’ve gained absolutely no knowledge about the person of Erin Heatherman, please look forward to the release of her memoir, set for release in 2056.