OK, I’m gonna stick my head above ground for a bit lest the radio silence reach three days, because after all, we can’t have that, can we?
Progress on the book is being made. The two longest sections are in the can, as much as they are can-able. I could read these until the cows come home and still find typos after it’s printed, so I am resigning myself to the fact that everything I edit will have a few mistakes, and those passages done by my volunteer corps will be staggeringly brilliant, because, in the end, I am wicked freakin’ cute. And that solves a lot of woe.
I’ve only gotten a handful of pre-orders so far, so email me if you want in on the list. (There’s a link along the top right of the site.) There’s a base price if we can arrange a hand-off face-to-face, or base price plus shipping if not. NYC peeps will get the base price as I’ll be bringing a bunch down during my visit next month to peddle next to Madison Square Garden, along with some "Wading in the Velvet Prada bags" and "Ryan's Fake Gold Watches.com". Oh, you thought I was coming to hang out and socialize? Hells no. It's about ontacts, baby. Networking. Da benjamins.
That and there’s nothing like good ol’ fashioned NYU heroin.
I am still struggling with the title. Right now, I think I want it to be “*Insert Word* Dot Com: A Year in the (Online) Life”, but I can’t figure out what that first word should be. Or words, even. Maybe I should just make it “A Year in the (Online) Life”? Sigh. I’m stuck. How about “Post THIS, Mutherf#cker”? No? Oh.
So more suggestions, please. At this rate, I’m just gonna call it “The Da Vinci Code” and be done with it. That should help sales nicely.
One thing I’ve noticed when editing my book is that I use the phrase “Lather, rinse, repeat…” so often that it must seem like I’m on the payroll of the shampoo industry. If indeed they would need someone at this point to convince people to use shampoo. I mean, is there a shampoo-lobbying group in Washington that we don’t know about? Maybe I’ll call the book, “Standing On The (Head and) Shoulders of Giants”. Why not?
Or maybe I’ll call it “If I Knocked Someone Up Today, In 9 Months She’d Give Birth to an Igloo”. Why not? It’s ten below zero in Boston. That’s an actual temperature, not an environment created in a lab. And yet Orbitz insists on emailing me deals about flights to Chicago. Screw Chicago. I’m hitting South Beach.
I’m gonna start my own makeover show at this rate for Bravo. Gonna call it “Warm Girl for the It's Frickin’ Freezing In Here, Mr. Bigglesworth, Guy”. The premise of the show is that there’s this guy, and he’s freezing, and this hot girl comes over with blankets, cocoa, and a thong.
Ratings. Gold.
Maybe I should call the book “Blankets, Cocoa, and a Thong”. Hrm.
That’s all for now, I’m tidying up a long Ramblings article for tomorrow as we speak…