April 6th, 2007


When I took the plunge yesterday, Susan Taylor Brown warned me that I may never write again. I think she's right! So many friends, so little time. And me - I'm one of those obsessively nice people who feels the urge to write thank you notes for thank you notes....so I was trying to comment to the comments to my comments and, well... So - if I didn't comment about your comment to my comment to your comment - sorry. No further comment.

Now I have to write a 500 to 700 word bio for the Tenth Book of Junior Authors and Illustrators. I hate that. First of all, that's a lot of words. So what do you say? I mean, all the really interesting stuff can't be shared in public and the rest is boring. And then, what do these folks really want to know anyway? That I'm a shining example for kids? All I ever wanted for Christmas was books. (not) That I traded my Barbie for a copy of Little House on the Prairie? (not) Or do they want to know that I'm a real person so any ole kid can be a writer, too? Like, that I TiVo Judge Judy and sometimes eat a whole bag of Goldfish crackers. (Oh, yeah, like you don't.)

I'm just glad I wasn't asked to be in the First Book of Authors and Illustrators. At least I have ten more years of stuff (50 more words, for sure).