Month: June 2006

  • Twenty-five opening sentences of blog entries I’ve started in the past two months

    1) Have you ever barely stopped yourself from vomiting while busily in the process of cleaning someone else’s kitchen? 2) I’ve never run out of gas before, and my mother promised me that if I ever did she wouldn’t come and pick me up. 3) Monster-in-Law: what’s the most number of times YOU’VE ever watched…

  • making friends

    I’m supposed to be writing something that’s due very soon, which means all I want to do is write the blog entry that’s been sitting in my head for a week. I’ll get this out, and then I can go over to Word and finish the outline for the new novel. I procrastinate work with…

  • more dewey updates

    We’re nearing 1000 book donations over at the Dewey Drive. [And thanks to John Scalzi, who threw some attention our way with an interview with me where I try hard not to sound like Oprah.]

  • thank you!

    One week into the book drive, over six hundred brand-new books are on their way to Mississippi. We’re working on getting a Paypal link for those of you who would rather send a little cash.

  • Introducing: Dewey.

    Introducing: Dewey.

    I’m proud to announce the launch of the Dewey Donation System, where the book drive has moved, made friends, and gotten much bigger. This year’s Library System is the Harrison County Library in Mississippi. They lost thousands of books in Hurricane Katrina, and are still working to rebuild their branches. In the meantime, we’re going…

  • Why Why Moms Are Weird

    Within 24 hours of posting information about my new book, someone was already complaining on Amazon. This person was nice enough to repeatedly state she was a fan of my writing, but found the title to be disappointing, and wildly lacking in imagination. I’d been planning to tell the story of how Why Moms Are…

  • For Mo.

    I just ran into a friend on the lot, a woman I worked with on this lot last year on the Oxygen show. (Wow. Only last year? Feels like five.) “Mo!” We hugged, chatted about what we’ve been up to. “You’re almost done here,” she said to my friend and me. “Yes. End of the…