I just received word that one of my essays will be in the book “Voices of Alcoholism,” to be published in March ‘08 by LaChance Publishing in New York.

A contract is on the way from Ms. Magazine. Pass my feminist hat, please.

And since good news comes in threes, or is supposed to, I will go feed myself grapes and wait for the six-figure advance for my as-yet-unwritten novel to arrive.

(For the nitwits who felt the need to ask, of course I’m on a deadline and can’t focus. Have you learned nothing from this blog? I’ll say it one more time: Procrastination = post on blog.)

… being the most active BookMooch member from India.

See: http://www.bookmooch.com/m/bio/mk

For my troubles, I get… uh… books.

Words that have, with due apologies to writers everywhere, come out of my mouth:

“Hell yeah, it was serious. Their car was totally totaled!”

“I’ve only known you for a week, but I feel like I’ve known you for more than… er, you know, a week.”

Me: “Just say you’re S. He knows who you are.”
S: “Uh yeah. Who else would I say I was?”

And one from my friend:

Me: I tried to cheer someone up this week, and I found that it completely cheered me up too.
Him: Yep, that’ll happen. Karma.
Me: Nah, I think it’s all a crap shoot. That’s why murderers get off free, good people get ruined, and once in a while, things actually fall into place.
Him: Heh, well I didn’t say it was a perfect system.