hope brain is not mush
expectations are scary
edits to book: done!
I just emailed my first major round of edits to my editor at Random House (yes, yes, I will always name drop. Wouldn’t you?)! Of course I’m in mortal fear of disappointing him and of ruining my book and of getting a phone call that goes something like, "Hello? Right. You totally jacked this up." But overall, I feel confidant. No, really! I’m excited and tingly at the thought of hearing his comments and I CAN’T WAIT until I’m able to get feedback from some kids.
Also, I just found out McSweeney’s has accepted another piece for the website. Yay! I’ll keep you posted on when it’s going to appear.
Whew. I’m off to play on Facebook now. I should never have signed up for that thing. Not only does it waste incredible amounts of time, but there’s a group that you can join specifically for the purpose of talking like you live in Deadwood. I speak the honest God-fearin’ fuckin’ truth, you foul-mouthed scoundrel cocksuckah. Facebook and Deadwood are going to cause me to go to hell.
Haiku of the Day 
I, for one, congratulate you on this momentous achievement! I wait with bated breath for the book to arrive in stores. Meanwhile, I wish I could think of something hilarious to write about so I too could publish a book and maybe make an appearance on the Oprah show wearing a fabulous pants suit. Meanwhile, I’ll continue to change diapers, scrap old food off the floor, do my “consulting” work, and get 5 hours of interrupted sleep a night. Best to you!
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