Well. Yeah.

So I've spent the past eight days analyzing what's working and not working in four movies-to-be. They were each of them comedies and/or romantic comedies, and weirdly, they were each new drafts that were more dramedy than comedy, thus sharing as a group the predominate note of: make this funnier!

Apparently America wants to laugh (Can you blame it?)...

-From the amazing Billy Mernit's Living the Romantic Comedy blog. From his post to the publishing world's ears, I can only hope. American wants to laugh, indeed.

Another Productive Day At School...

Last night, at dinner-

Me(to Bob, our 10-yr-old): So, how's the woodchuck report coming? Did you find anything online?

Bob: Yeah. Good stuff, too. Like, there's an alcoholic drink thing called Woodchuck Cider.

Hubby (snorts): And who says you don't learn useful stuff in school?

More Housekeeping...

(It never ends, does it? Gah.)



The 6SV2 Anthology is out! Check it out here.

I hear Art Of Racing In The Rain is coming out in paperback, and its author Garth Stein is still on tour. Check it out here. (Yes, Mags. Look. He's coming to New Hampshire. Oh-oh. I see more sirens in our future.)

And the best news of all? House Resolution 1193 passed. What does this mean? Well, only that funds are finally going to be designated for the research of angiomas, amongst other big things. It's a major victory, and I can't tell you how ecstatic we are. Props to Senator Tom Udall of New Mexico, the genius voters of New Mexico for hiring him for the job, and most of all, our reps in the Senate. You can thank them here. I just did.

Housekeeping...

I know, I know.

But there's LOTS going on, and I've been busy busy busy. I've missed you all, though. Vair much. But you're right--I've been terribly remiss.

So.

First, April and May are fortuitous months. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to all my favoritest peeps--Ethel, Linda, Stephen, and Frango-go. *smooch* Oh, and me! (Btw-my mom and the boys made me a zombie bunny head cake. Now that's love. Trying to find pics...)

Second, I received an award from Miss Mags. (Yes, I know, Mags. I'm way behind, I did admit it.)


Sophie Littlefield, who I adore and not only because she revealed she possesses a true appreciation for jug wine, (Don't know her? Yet? Well, you will.) gave it to Mags. Mags gave it to Linda and Frango and Ethel and Underpants and most ingeniusly, to me.

Well, I think it was most ingenius.

So anyway, I have it now. The Sisterhood Award. I suspect it was because I agreed to ship her some bunny head cake. I also told her she could borrow my mom because she makes bunny head cakes and Mags really really wanted a bunny head cake. But then, Mags has done so much for me, especially letting me forward her all my rejections, that I feel like I owe her--at the very least--my mom and her zombie bunny head cake. Frankly, I feel unworthy.

There are those definitely worthy, however. Like HL Dyer (who's smart and funny and has great hair and writes about flying sperm), Miss Daisy (who I adore because a girl could pee her pants just reading her blog AND she knows the cruel and constant manipulation all cat owners must endure), and Gillian (for she's so funny and talented and would probably let me convince her to run off to Vegas for a girl's weekend involving margaritas served up by myriad cabana boys), and The Closet Gymnast(because she's also taken up juggling in addition to cartwheels on the front lawn, though why is beyond me.) I couldn't ask for better people to be able to pass it on to-so I think they should all have a Sisterhood Award, too.

And speaking of worthy people. Mom. You get the biggest Sisterhood Award of them all. Oh, and Mags wants you for her own now. You have to bring the cake pan, though.