Glamor days ...

Last week I got a couple of breaks from my normal glamor-filled life of staring at the computer screen, making beds, doing laundry, cutting sandwiches (diagonally, in case you were wondering) carpooling, scrubbing counters, answering emails, doing more laundry, running on the treadmill, toasting waffles, fighting with shopping carts, etc.

On Thursday, I went into Manhattan and shot an author video with the talented and hilarious Saralee Rosenberg, who I'll be doing several appearances with this summer. Saralee's a homey, i.e., a Long Island mom and author, and my new BFF. I can't wait for you to meet her and read her wickedly funny new book, DEAR NEIGHBOR, DROP DEAD.

The video hasn't been produced yet, but I promise to post a link if I sound halfway intelligent and don't look like Quasimodo.

After the videotaping, I went to a Thrillerfest cocktail party given by St. Martin's Press. I'm neither a thriller writer nor a St. Martin's author, but was lucky enough to snag an invitation from blockbuster bestselling author Michael Palmer, whose books you should be reading right this second. (Or after you finish this blog entry, anyway.) Michael's latest novel, THE FIRST PATIENT, got a blurb from somebody just a tiny bit famous.

Then, on Saturday, author Amy Wallen invited me to speak at a Dime Stories event at the KGB Bar in Manhattan. What an honor. The writers there were funny and touching and downright brilliant. Much to my surprise the crowd seemed to like my weird little story, which was quite gratifying. They posted MP3s of all the stories, and while my own voice makes me cringe, it's a blessedly short piece. Click to take a listen:
Womb-O-Matic

To hear the other writers from the event, including my pals Susan Henderson, Robin Slick, Pasha Malla and Amy herself, click here and then click on Dime Stories: NYC on the left. All stories are less than three minutes and they're really worth a listen ...