I'll be a no show at Countess LuAnn de Lesseps reading at RJ Julia tomorrow night. I had an X-ray done of my toe yesterday. It is broken. As of now, the pain is so bad, I can't depress the gas pedal on my car, let alone stand, mingle and sip champagne while discussing writing and etiquette with the Countess with one foot of mine in an open-toe blue tyvek foot boot. I'm pretty sure that's not in the collection that Steven Dann handpicks or designs for his store each season. (Remember that Real Housewives of New York City episode where Ramona and her daughter dropped over $8,000 on shoes? On a positive note, some of those five-inch-heeled shoes probably produce a similar level of pain to what I'm already experiencing.)
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Well, not actual women. Actually, the book: French Women Don't Sleep Alone: Pleasurable Secrets to Finding Love by Jamie Cat Callan. Not that I need to find love, mind you. I'm perfectly happy in that department, but I'm intrigued by the title and loved Jamie's recent book/writer's un-blocking game, The Writer's Toolbox.
Jamie is a gifted writer, generous teacher, and just one of those people whose good energy always seems to appear in your life at exactly the right moment. So, after having a furniture delivery man drop a dining room table leaf on my big toe this morning, finding Jamie's book in my mailbox this afternoon was a nice twist of fate and the highpoint of my day.
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I opened a Twitter account a few days ago. There are already a bunch of strangers following me. I don't know how celebrities do this; it feels a bit creepy.
Today I logged on only to find that "Twitter is Over Capacity" which means that "too many tweets" are occurring. Where is everyone getting all this time to tweet?
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After writing what would become the wildly successful Honeymoon with my Brother, which has since been optioned by Sony Pictures, author Franz Wisner was offered a writing assignment by a travel magazine. As he says, "The book was done. I was still single. I had to post an ad in craigslist to get a date to go to "Sandals" (the couples only resort) to do a writing assignment for the magazine."
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