Contests

Am I supposed to be giving things away here? Ok. Perhaps I shall start. But not today. I know a lot of bloggers are just giving away the store, every day, just win this, and first five commenters that, and one lucky commenter will... and actually I LOVE it.

That reminds me. I have a bar of Green & Black's organic dark chocolate here with a Simon Pulse paper label around it that says "Welcome to Simon Pulse! We're excited to have you- and excited to meet you on Friday!" and it is signed by Anica and Annette, my gifted editors who, in my head only, I refer to as Annettica. Should I give this away to a lucky winner?

I got that in March. I have been saving it, for what? I do not know, nor can I bring myself to eat it. This is how hoarding begins. It is probably stale and gray on the edges by now.

I'm thinking of a contest and with only 25 loyal and intelligent followers, your odds are really good here, folks.

I'm busy getting ready for our splashy Pen Parentis Author Salon on September 14- Jen Eagan and Darin Strauss and... Abby Sher! Rock and freaking roll!

Oh and I'm afraid I am in a weird kind of love with James Franco. Allen Ginsberg. James Dean. Who's next in his repetoire, Abraham Lincoln?

Can these posts be any LESS coherent? Yes. Yes they could.

Coming up for Air...

Hello dear readers. I'm still up to my neck in boxes but after 2 sobering nights of Hoarders:Buried Alive was able to purge our new home of a Darth Tater Mr. Potato head box, a wool leopard shaped rug I bought with my first NYC paycheck 10 years ago, a hand-held egg beater from the 1940's, our old potato peeler I got at a drag queen Tupperware party and 0-3 month Onesies that were clogging the baby drawer. Oh. There is more. But I do what I can and am so delighted to be in a real live 2 bedroom that I can breathe in that I will do all I can to keep it light and open and er, roomy! Bring it!

And then I'll get to my 100 pages...