It only took me ten years to become an overnight success. And I’m using the term “overnight success” loosely. And incorrectly. Can you be an overnight success if you plan for it to happen two years from now? Sorry. I’m not great with words.

So. I sold my book.  “What book?” you  may be asking.  You have not been paying attention.  Or possibly I haven’t mentioned it.  I’m bad with details.  Short story?  I started a book 10 years ago as a love letter to my completely fucked-up family.  It’s a mostly-true memoir called “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened”Continue reading “It only took me ten years to become an overnight success. And I’m using the term “overnight success” loosely. And incorrectly. Can you be an overnight success if you plan for it to happen two years from now? Sorry. I’m not great with words.”

Random Ramblings of an Insomniac: Boobquakes, dangerous squirrels, things we already knew about men

I have insomnia so I’m getting a head-start on National #Boobquake Day; a day when women are encouraged to wear their most immodest outfit to see if immodest women do, in fact, cause earthquakes as reported by Iranian media.  Apparently this is a real concern.  So I put on my most low-cut corset and used myContinue reading “Random Ramblings of an Insomniac: Boobquakes, dangerous squirrels, things we already knew about men”

This week was like a toolbox. I can’t explain that analogy but it totally works. Just go with it, okay?

me:  Scorpions never fall out of the sky and land on the right people. Victor:  You know, I was just saying that. me:  Really? Victor:  No.  No one says that.  That doesn’t even make any sense. me:  Well I say it.  And it’s about to go on the internet.  That makes it a saying.  ThoseContinue reading “This week was like a toolbox. I can’t explain that analogy but it totally works. Just go with it, okay?”