August 2005
Friday, August 26th, 2005The Slate stories appeared on August 1, the day after my birthday, and the hoopla began. Hooplah? We’ll go with ‘hoopla.’ No, we’re obsessive-compulsive so we’ll look it up. Hoopla it is.
On the whole, the series was well-received. My editors were happy, I got some lovely emails from readers, and an agent with one of the hottest literary agencies in the country wants to see the manuscript. Not too shabby for a girl who flunked Timbuktu 101.
This week, I’m partying like a rock star with my friend Diana, whom I met in Thailand a few years ago. Between the alcohol, the bands, and the 3:00 a.m. dinner parties, I’m behinder than behind on preparations for Cambodia. Summer is almost over, and when I’m back it will be full-on autumn. Ay-yi-yi-yi