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Pimp Up, Bitches

For months I've been struggling with a central theme to wrap around the fourth book.  I've known the stories I've wanted to tell, but I've had such a hard time coming up with proper context.  Whereas I should be well into the manuscript at this point, I've pissed away a lot of precious time second-guessing myself rather than putting words on a page.

Plus, because Such A Pretty Fat has already enjoyed more success than I'd ever even hoped for (ZOMG, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!) the bar has been raised and I've been putting a ton of pressure on myself, meaning, um... I've been freaking the fuck out.

Fortunately, my editor helped me have my "A-ha!" moment today (THANK GOD) and I finally have the right context.  Suddenly everything for Pretty In Plaid has gelled and now all I want to do is work.  So, posting's going to be pretty light around here, and thus I propose that you all entertain each other.  Use the comments section to tell readers about your blog.  If you don't have one, then suggest a favorite.

Now go pimp yourself.

P.S.  Don't forget about Printer's Row here in Chicago!  On Saturday, Stacey Ballis is moderating a panel between Stephanie Klein (author of Moose, which is fabulous) and me and our topic is, "Through Thick and Thin."  The panel takes place at 1:30 and is located in University Center Park/Fountain Room at 525 South State Street.  See you there! 

Did I Miss Something?

Normally I don't care about stuff like "number of hits" on this site because I don't host ads and traffic doesn't matter one way or the other.

However, my curiosity is piqued when I get an extra 25,000 visitors within an hour, especially when they're all referred here by a Google search.

Is everyone suddenly interested in sock monkey pajamas and stilted conversation with the FedEx guy?

Or did I miss some kind of media mention, in which case can someone clue me in? 

(Seriously, if I knew you guys were coming, I'd have wiped up the cat barf.) 

(And possibly showered.)

You Know How I Never Ask for Anything?

UPDATE, 10/29 - Kim won by a margin of over 3500 votes!  Thank you all!!

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Today I'm asking... please vote for Kimberly Klein.

Here's a quick summary of who she is:

She has three kids.

Went back to law school.

Started a blog.

Diagnosed with breast cancer.

Nearly done with treatments, lost hair and is down to 5 eyelashes.

Blog nominated for $10,000 law scholarship.

Could totally use the money. 

(Summary totally plagiarized from an email from Susie Sunshine who thought I might not remember because the day we had lunch with Kim is also the day Susie barfed in the cab.)

Many thanks!

FACE!

I got talked into putting up a profile on Facebook. 

I've gotten a bunch of Facebook requests in the past and I ignored them because I didn't know what they meant.  (And I figured I was on enough goddamned community networking sites already.)  However, my friend Wendy (who is smart) convinced me I needed to be there and promised me Facebook was WAY less seizure-inducing than MySpace, so here I am.

Anyway, now you can friend me or network me or something me, because I still don't fucking understand what it is or how to direct you there.

I don't really have a follow-up statement here, so, um, carry on?

Edited to Add:

Here's my profile link if you didn't see it in the comments section.  Also, people are sending me sheep, drinks, and triva.  AM NOT RUDE FOR RESPONDING - SIMPLY DO NOT COMPREHEND.  (This has to be why I've been more comfortable with an application for 13 year olds.) 

Edited to Add Again:

I guess the link only works if you're logged into Facebook.  In related news, Facebook ate up 70% of my day yesterday because it's addicting.  In more related news, Fletch and I had to have a chat last night about reasons it is appropriate to call him out of a meeting.  Fire, felony, flood?  YES.  Finding your sixth grade boyfriend on Facebook - the one you 'went with' for 48 hours and never actually spoke to because you were a socially awkward eleven year old?  NO.