Look, we’ve been friends for a long time, right?
Five years to the day, to be exact. (I know, right?!)
And you’d tell me if I had lipstick on my teeth, wouldn’t you?
You would! I know you would. Which is why I like you so much. And I’d totally do the same for you. We’re cool like that.
So now that we’ve got that out of the way, I have a big announcement to make. Two big announcements, actually:
First, I am completely giddy to announce that I am the editor and co-author of a brand new humor anthology by women, about women, published by my amazing team at In The Powder Room. (Mad props to Di, our CEO, and Kim, our Social Media Manager, for their incredible hard work and brilliance.)
You should buy one. Actually, buy a few. Makes a great gift!
This future best-seller* features 39 absolutely awesome short stories by some of the wittiest female writers I could wrangle. And I’m not just saying that because I wrote one of the chapters. (It’s about my boobs. Of course it is.)
(*This is me, using “The Secret” to let the Universe know my intentions. I’ll let you know if it works.)
Truthfully, creating this book has completely consumed me for the last few months, and I could not be more proud of the results. In fact, releasing it into the world today was an awful lot like giving birth, a comparison I have detailed in my column In The Powder Room today. (Spoiler alert: poop and swearing.)
So that’s what I did my summer vacation.
Which brings me to big announcement number two:
(Heh heh heh, I said number two.)
My children returned to school today. And I’m truly grateful… not for my own selfish reasons (entirely), but because those poor little lambs have totally raised themselves this summer while I devoted myself night and day to every little phase of this spectacular book. So, I’m thrilled for them that they can finally stop trying to kill each other and put their brains back into use. Yay kids! Go forth and learn stuff!
Actually, if I’m being totally honest, today is a little bittersweet for me. I am finally out from under the weight of this enormous project and *should* theoretically have a little breathing room to do things like, oh, I don’t know, play a rousing game of Uno or go to the pool and actually swim with the kids instead of checking email and proof reading manuscripts, but it’s too late… they are gone.
Yep. Just go ahead and cue up Harry Chapin’s “Cat’s in the Cradle.”
Oh God. I’m sorry. It’s not like me to be so sappy… I think I’m just in that touchy post-partum phase. Look away. Nothing to see here.
You know what I need? A nap. And some more coffee. And to go smell the pages OF MY NEW BOOK!
Happy feelings back!
You know you want some of this. Click the picture below and all your dreams will come true. Or all my dreams. Details.