why book tours are weird.

In a couple of hours I have an interview with a bat. Or a man named Bat. Or a bat posing as a man. The point is, I’m supposed to look like a real writer, one who knows what she’s doing, and can talk about it extensively and entertainingly enough that someone would want to click a button and listen for an hour.

So the real question is: what do I wear?

Answer: my green “Reading is Sexy” t-shirt. Blue hoodie. White flouncy skirt. Jill Soloway shoes.

my new obsession is apparently also your obsession.

Okay, I saw Oprah in these and she looked good.  I’m nervous about buying something created by Nelly, but the man appreciates a tiny waist and a round thang in your face.
Anybody tried Apple Bottoms yet?  I’m thinking of ordering a pair.  Specifically, these

[edited to add: Those of you who were outraged about the sizes offered, note their sizing chart.  Their eight is our ten.  Note this oddly grammatically incorrect FAQ question, which shows their sizes run up to 14.  There are 12’s and 14’s on eBay.  Man, Nelly should be sending me a free pair.  Or a free purre.]