Monday, September 22, 2003

So, the cat's out of the bag already, a bit, but I should tell you all officially.  There's no easy way to say this -- certainly not without arousing the ire of those who may think I've already gotten Too Big For My Britches.  But it's true.  I have landed a book deal.  A really obscene book deal.  I am, in fact, officially What's Wrong With Publishing Today.  For which I am endlessly grateful, not to mention a wee bit terrified.  I just wanted to say thanks, y'all.  This is some fucked-up shit that's going on, but it's great fucked-up shit, and it's all because of you guys.  Thank you for reading, and keeping on reading.  I'm going to continue on for a bit not writing very much.  I've got some other stuff to get done, and besides I'm on a diet, and finding that diets do not much inspire me to either deft observation or hilarity.  Maybe in a couple of months I'll wiggle my way back into the blog scene -- if any of y'all are around, look me up. Meanwhile, for the "Too Big For Your Britches" contingent, here's this.  I'm still a secretary, for at least a couple of months.  And at least it looks like I'll be keeping it real in Long Island City a while longer -- obscene book deals, being very vulnerable to those taxes Republicans so despise, are not as useful as one might think for moving out of industrial wastelands.  Also, while making an omelette the other day (I can eat omelettes, as long as they don't have anything good in them) I managed to flip the whole thing over on to the burner.  Which provoked me to sob like a three-year-old.  So I'm still here. 7:14:27 AM    comment []