Haiku of the Day

look at me

cushioned fake leather
caresses giant hiney
well, not THAT giant

I am sitting at my desk (!) going over the copyedits to my manuscript (!) that were just overnighted to me (!). I feel fancy and professional and like a real writer. Fun!

I kind of have to pretend that I understand what all of the proofreading marks mean, though. But that's OK. It gives me that familiar poser feeling. I don't know what I'd do without it.

You know what's awesome? That it takes at least three people, overnight delivery, a black pen, a red pen, a green sharpie, and return delivery to determine that a doorframe has to have an indentation and not a divot, because a divot is technically a piece of turf.

There is nothing better than being a writer. And I'm not being sarcastic at all.

Four and a half years

nursing and writing
crawling, walking, and writing
now he's writing, too

Four and half years ago I sat at my desk, the wee one on my lap, and I made it past page 33 of a story I'd started a few months earlier. I wrote and I wrote. He nursed and slept and nursed some more and I wrote. And a few months later it happened... for the first time in my life I had written an entire book - with an actual plot and a beginning middle and end.

I found an agent.

He helped me edit and rewrite and tighten. And while I was doing all of that, I surprisingly managed to publish Haiku Mama. It went through the editing process and the publicity process and the promotion process and all the while I was still working on my first book. Editing, perfecting, editing some more. The wee one had moved on from nursing and toddling to potty-training and Star Wars.

Then I was pregnant and promoting Haiku Mama, and the first book sold! The editing and rewriting began anew. The wee one became a big brother, the wee-er one joined us all and made everything crazy and wonderful.

And still: edit, edit, tighten, change.

Now here we are. The wee one is in school, writing his own fairy tales. The wee-er one is older than he was when I started writing the book in the first place. And I have just emailed the final edits to my editor at Random House.

So much has happened since those first words went on the page. So much.

Four and half years. Really, longer, if I count the original few chapters that are history now, but that introduced the main character.

The wee one was a tiny babe when this all began, and now I just finished telling his Kindergarten class about why being a writer is fun and how brainstorming means you can never be wrong.

Shoot. I need a Kleenex.

the real life Liz Lemon

"I did not fall down"
simple, positive statement
sad state of affairs

Yesterday, I was able to take several hours and go to a cafe to work on some edits. It was nice to get out of the house and it was nice to feel like an actual writer instead of a person who just talks about writing.

But y'all? I am out of practice as far as being in public is concerned. Let me give you a rundown of what a ridiculous Liz Lemon-y mess I was:

1. Tiny jelly jars, though adorable, are hard to manage. I had a piece of toast in one hand, a knife in the other, and the tiny jelly jar in the same hand as the toast. So I was doing this acrobatic elbow dance as I tried to dig out jelly and then spread it on the toast without having jelly drip off my knife and onto my pants.

Why not set the toast down and put jelly on it, you may ask? Well, there was a lot of crap on the table - two giant stacks of paper, a laptop, a notepad, food, etc. My toast plate was behind my laptop. Very complicated.

2. As I was winding down, I stacked my manuscript into one big pile and attempted to stuff it into my laptop bag. I had had no trouble doing this to GET to the cafe, so I'm not sure why all the trouble trying to do it a second time. Anyway, I try to cram it into the bag and it seems like only half the pile is going to fit. Well, that's not right. I peer into the bag and realize the power cord is all snakey and twisted at the bottom, and is the source of my trouble. I yank it out and toss it on the table - and it lands in a pile of honey that has leaked from packet I used in my tea. "CRAP!" I yell into the quiet cafe (because I still have on my earbuds and am listening to Ruthie Foster loudly. She is fucking fantastic, by the way). Everyone turns to stare. This is when, as I'm attempting for a third time to cram the ream of paper into my bag, half of it falls out sideways, going everywhere.

Probably this happened because I reached out to grab the power cord from its tar pit of honey and I relinquished my grip on the top half of the wily paper pile. Or not. At this point there was no rhyme or reason to any of the shenanigans.

OK. So. Honey all over my power cord. Half a manuscript all over my lap and the booth. And did I forget to mention that I was sitting right by the exit door? On a windy day?

At this point I was my own Saturday Night Live skit.

Eventually, I got the manuscript back into my bag and most of the honey sucked off the power cord (I didn't have any napkins; they had blown away). I gathered everything up, stood to leave, walked to the door and yanked my keys out of my pocket (always have your keys out before you get to your car, right ladies?).

Well, this is when

3. the contents of said pocket flew into the air, slow-motion-like. A handful of hair barrettes, a couple of pony tail holders, some trash, a receipt.

I could actually hear the 30Rock music bouncing around in my head.

"NERDS!" I yelled, thinking I was being funny and meta. But then I realized you're not really being meta if no one else knows about your life. I often forget my life is not a TV show.

So I squat down by the door, grab the detritus that is leaking from me as if I am one of those hoses that sprays packing peanuts, avoid eye contact with everyone, and flee to my car.

I feel like maybe I should have at least curtsied before I left. Or asked for people to throw their change at me.

Today I'm staying home. I'm locked in my bedroom, determined to finish my edits, and equally determined to not make an ass out of myself. I think privately making an ass out of myself on a regular basis is what causes me such problems in public. I am desensitized to self-ass-i-tizing. Something needs to be done about that.

And they're off!

hope brain is not mush
expectations are scary
edits to book: done!

I just emailed my first major round of edits to my editor at Random House (yes, yes, I will always name drop. Wouldn't you?)! Of course I'm in mortal fear of disappointing him and of ruining my book and of getting a phone call that goes something like, "Hello? Right. You totally jacked this up." But overall, I feel confidant. No, really! I'm excited and tingly at the thought of hearing his comments and I CAN'T WAIT until I'm able to get feedback from some kids.

Also, I just found out McSweeney's has accepted another piece for the website. Yay! I'll keep you posted on when it's going to appear.

Whew. I'm off to play on Facebook now. I should never have signed up for that thing. Not only does it waste incredible amounts of time, but there's a group that you can join specifically for the purpose of talking like you live in Deadwood. I speak the honest God-fearin' fuckin' truth, you foul-mouthed scoundrel cocksuckah. Facebook and Deadwood are going to cause me to go to hell.

shock collar

invisible fence
might not be very humane
but will save money

No, I don't want to get an invisible fence for the puppy. Or even for the kids. What I need is one that surrounds every local bookstore. Then, if I had some kind of receiver that's connected to my wallet, I'd get one helluva jolt every time I tried to randomly show up at a bookstore and spend $150 on books I don't have time to read.

Oh, but there are so many I want. And if I check them out from the library I just have to return them before I'm finished (or even before I start!). Whereas, when I BUY these books, I can gaze lovingly at them while they gaze lovingly back at me from my bookshelves. And their many-colored covers will be decorative! And the children will see how wonderful it is to grow up amongst stacks and stacks of books, even as the Internet tries to take over the world. (I know, I know, I've spent way too much time trying to justify going out and spending an assload on some new books.)

Last weekend, I went out to the bookstore, and much like all the other kids there, I was accompanied by my mother so that we could catch Rick Riordan giving a reading from his new middle grade book - The Titan's Curse. Ostensibly, I said it was research, so that, you know, I could see how animated he was, and how clever and funny his stories were, and then I'd be able to store that somewhere in my brain and maybe use it one day if I ever get lucky enough to give a reading of my new book when it comes out many, many moons from now (Summer '09 - doesn't that seem like FOREVER?).

Really, though, I was just there to be another one of the kids - mesmerized by a fantastic writer. Before Mr. Riordan came out, I chatted with a girl about his books and how much she loves them. And she told me a little non-sequitor story about how lucky she is to never get hit in the head with balls during PE, and we had a grand time. It made me wish I had some kind of secret business card I could hand out that would give kids a website to go to to read and "test out" a couple of chapters from my book. These kids are such great readers, and they aren't going to gloss over what they think. Plus, it could generate really cool underground buzz amongst my core audience.

It's not something I could do now - there are just too many months until the release. Plus, I don't know what my editor and publisher would think about something like that. As a former kid who was a ravenous reader, though, I can't think of anything more exciting than being approached by a writer and asked to take a sneak peek at a new book coming out.

Anyway, just something to think about, I guess, while I'm sitting on my hands and hiding my keys so that I don't run out and buy a million more new books.

Of course, if I actually spent more time writing books and less time farting around on the Internet I might actually sell another book or two and have a couple of more dollars to spend on books.

This is an interesting theory I'm going to look into. A soon as I'm finished blogging. And reading TWoP. And hiding my eyes while I scan Perez Hilton's site. And listening to the Woot podcast. And checking my email.

writin' writin' and more writin'

rusty wheels creaking
slowly steam pours out of ears
edits continue

I've been writing like crazy this week, trying to finish up a handful edits before the second draft of my manuscript is due in early July. I keep distracting myself, though, by still getting excited that Random House wants my book. I know it's old news now and I should be over the thrill of it, but I can't help it. Every time I sit down and spread out my manuscript in front of me, with the editorial letter on one side, my notebook just next to it, my laptop open and whirring contentedly... I have to take a moment to think, "Is this real? Like for REAL real? Am I really a writer? Am I really writing, not just because I want to and because I love it, but because someone else likes it, too?" And then I feel this overwhelming flood of gratitude and luckiness and ineptitude and guilt and I have to literally shake my head to make it all go away so that I can write.

It's wild.

And as frustrating and solitary as writing can be, it's also incredibly fun and even sort of miraculous. I'm constantly surprised by some of the things that appear in the book. Some days it's like a perfect storm of seemingly inconsequential influences. And yet as I type, it's like the characters take over and they write the book themselves. Things I would have never thought about or even imagined  suddenly appear. This happens despite all of my research, all of my notes, all of the outlining I've done - things just happen organically. I guess I shouldn't be amazed by it, because that's just how writing is. But I AM still amazed.

I have to go figure out how to disable an electric forcefield now.

Any suggestions?

Contest!

go write some haiku
but not crappy like this one
you could win a book!

Go check out Mama Says Om. They're having a haiku-writin' contest and the winner gets a signed copy of Haiku Mama. Huzzah!

Yay babies! Yay books! Yay Tori Spelling!

taking over world
haiku needs sunglasses, bling
vicarious glam

What?

What is that mentioned between a pearl bracelet and a penis board book?

Why, it's Haiku Mama - conquering the world one celebrity baby shower at a time.

come sign with me, come sign, come sign away...

see me in big d
book signing on saturday
bring all your friends too!

If you're in the Dallas area and have a hankering for a signed copy of Haiku Mama, please drop by The Bookworm in Frisco on Saturday 11/11. I'll be there from Noon-2pm signing books and causing trouble. Yay!

it's done!

just signed the contract
with Random House Children's Books
in the mail it goes

Where's a brass band when you need it?

Oh yeah, here it is!

I got the 411, yo

spreading haiku love
kind of like a haiku plague
but, you know, better

After my 6 week postpartum Jab N' Rummage yesterday I was somewhat cranky. Just because jabbing and rummaging are uncomfortable, you know?

But then, on my way home, I checked the mail and lo! I got my copy of Toddler 411. Heading chapters 8 and 11 are two of my haiku. Cool.

This means I've successfully lured Dr. Ari Brown into the haiku fold. Who will be next? Bwa hahahahaha.

From the official announcement...

brain spinning wildly
so much going on right now
will I sleep again?

From the official announcement:

Haiku Mama author Kari Anne Roy's MIKE'S TERRA BALL ADVENTURE, set in 2240, when Mike's parents drag him along on a mission to colonize Mars and he discovers a conspiracy which may land his parents in jail (or worse, land him in detention), to Schuyler Hooke at Random House Children's, by Daniel Lazar at Writers House (NA).
(Children's: Middle Grade)

I don't have any release date details yet, and I know the title is probably going to change, but still... the word is out! How cool is that?

thankyouthankyouthankyou

had a super time
though public speaking is hard
and makes me turn red

The signing at BookPeople went really well last night - thanks to everyone who showed up! Your support and encouragement and smiles and snazzy slings make me a happy person.

The reading was really fun, though I wish I had practiced. I didn't think about how LONG it has been since I've done any public speaking. Eesh. I don't really mind talking in front of groups, but I don't like stuttering and turning blotchy. That seems to be a new thing in my repertoire.

Afterwards, I actually asked the nice BookPeople event facilitator, "Did I project? I was in drama in high school!" [insert head slap here] How does one manage to bring up high school at such inopportune moments? Ha. What a dork.

Anyway, it was really, really great fun and now I am thinking of just stalking the bookstore and trying to recruit people to come sit with me, kum-ba-ya style on the floor while I regale them with self-centered stories about why snot haiku is critical for a mother's self-esteem. Fun!

Now I am off to gather supplies for the Wee One's birthday party tomorrow. If I got luster dust to make a silver robot cake would that mean every kid at the party would still have silver innards when they turn 40? (oh, the tenses in that sentence.) I'm skeptical about metallic things you can supposedly eat. But a silver robot cake sure would look rad.

silver robot cake
carcinogenic, or fun?
difficult toss up

Holy Fartknockers!

Random House offer!!!
for my middle grade novel!!!
I just wet my pants!!!

My novel - the one for kids just a tad younger than YA - is going to be published by Random House! THE Random House - the one that publishes Judy Blume and Louis Sachar and Carl Hiaason and the Junie B Jones books! And they're going to pay me. And release it in hardback before paperback. And I think I just fainted.

I am happily stunned into amazed and exhilarated silence. For now.

Ho.
Lee.
Shmo.
Lee.

BookPeople!

please come by, say hi
so I won't be all alone
with finger in nose

The day after tomorrow - that's Thursday, June 1st at 7pm - is my book signing at BookPeople. Please, if you're in Austin, or near Austin, or able to teleport yourself to Austin, come visit me.

I think I get to talk and read some of the book and answer questions as well as sign the book. So even if you have a book already and don't want another one, come by anyway.

Plus, there's the added bonus that I could go into labor at any moment. Add that to Sharpies and watching me stumble over public speaking and you have yourself quite an evening of fun.

couple of things

some more horn tooting
or, we could say "marketing"
sure, yeah, let's say that

There's a review of Haiku Mama up on the Seattle Times site. And there's an interview that was written for the Houston Chronicle and picked up by a couple of different papers. I never did actually see the interview in the Houston paper, though. (At the end, there's a Brad and Angelina baby thing - and I meant it as a joke. It kind of doesn't come off that way. But really. I was joking.)

Also, if I'm brave enough (and if I can find the camera USB cord) I might post some pictures from the signings. My hair is very short and my belly is very large, though, so I will continue to ponder.

This was the most boring, self-centered post ever, wasn't it? Ah, well.

Almost Mother's Day!

it's that time again
time to buy mom special gift
time to pimp myself

I have a signing tomorrow at the Arboretum Barnes and Noble here in Austin. It's from 11:30-1:30. So if you're out and about and want the bestest ever last-minute Mother's Day gift come on by. Also, B&N has a regular story-time at 11, so the signing will be following that. It'll be fun for the whole family! No, seriously.

Signing Alert!

cute new outfit? Check
retractable Sharpie? Check
a bit freaked out? Check

Tomorrow is my first book signing! Hill Country Bookstore in Georgetown, TX is being nice enough to host a signing from noon-2pm. If you're in or around the area, pop in and say hello. I'll be the one with the giant bellybutton sitting behind the table.

Then, on Sunday the 7th, I'll be up in Frisco, TX signing books at Studio Dance Centre from 2-4. So if you're in the Dallas area, come by for a cookie and a signed book. We're donating 20% of Sunday's book proceeds to Hope's Door - a women's shelter in Collin County, so you know I won't just be taking your money and buying cheetos and chocolate with it (or at least not with ALL of your money).

Now, if I can just figure out what to wear, prepare myself for no one showing up, map out all possible routes to all possible bathrooms, figure out how to not sweat through whatever clothes I decide to wear, make it not rain so the Wee One can get his tee ball trophy amidst our busy weekend, clean my kitchen, and stay friendly, all will be well.

I still can't believe this is real. A real book. At real stores. Shew!

A review!

ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
it's a nice little review
I'm very happy

Yay for the Sun-Sentinel! They like me. They really like me.

Book news!

The May issue of Parenting Magazine is running a few excerpts from Haiku Mama, if you want to take a look. Of course, that handy link up there to your right will help you buy the whole entire book. That would be cool, too.

Also, I've added an "Appearances" section over to the right. I'll list signings and things as they're scheduled.

Also, also, you can go here to sign up for the Haiku Mama mailing list. Who can resist random haiku and exciting book news?

Interview!

There's an interview up over at Burstblog. I feel so fancy!

all about me

ah, publicity
a magical elixir
for growing ego

The Haiku Mama site is live! www.haikumama.com (or you can go to www.karianneroy.com). It contains possibly the longest bio ever written, and a picture of my fat belly.

Let me know what you think. And, seriously, if the bio is too long, send me an email and say, "girl, get over yourself."

I may or may not listen.

Speaking of Big Box Bookstores...

You can find HAIKU MAMA in your neighborhood Barnes & Noble (and other stores) now:

WOO! WOO!

nothin fancy

My author profile is up on amazon. It's part of the new "Author's Connect" program they have, which sounds cool in theory (authors interacting with readers and blogging about their books, etc.) but Amazon's Terms & Conditions say they retain all rights to everything you write on the site, so many authors aren't too crazy about getting very creative on Amazon. It'll be interesting to see how it works out and how popular it becomes.

cover art!

really happening
an actual book to buy
many copies of

Hey! I'm shilling for the book again - the cover art is finally up over at Amazon! It says the book is coming out on May 31st (the wee one's birthday!). But I have it on authority that it will be in stores before that, so you all know what you can get your mamas for Mother's Day.

Also, if you want to support the publisher, you can go directly to their web site - they have a whole page with cover art and blurb and everything (but you can't pre-order on their site. Not that you have to. I'm just saying). I guess I should stop feeling weird about shilling for the book and just get comfortable with constantly harassing everyone I know to buy it.

Yay! Book!

Also, in case you were wondering, which you probably weren't, the other book is still out there being shopping around to various publishers. We're having a lot of luck finding editors that love it enough to want me to rewrite the whole thing, but no one who loves it enough to actually want to publish it after the rewrites. Which, as you can probably guess, is eternally frustrating. It's good in that editors are reading it and liking it... it's bad in that no one has liked it enough to sign any contracts. So we soldier on, The New York Agent and I, and I feel lucky to be getting this far, to have gotten this far, but... but... but...

Red-letter day!

Haiku Mama - here!
it needs it's own Baby Bjorn
I love it so much

First, before you read this post, click here. Once the music is playing, you may continue reading.

OK. There are three parts to this red-letter day:

1. The wee one did not cry at school this morning! He very bravely took my Costco card (it has my picture on it), kissed me good-bye, and went to put together a puzzle with a bunch of other kids. No weeping, no wailing, no body slams. !!!

2. I can feel the baby moving! Just barely, but the squirmies are there. I can also feel some Braxton-Hicks contractions that are freaking me out, but I'll try not to flip out about that just yet.

3. I got my advance copy of HAIKU MAMA in the mail today! It's so lovely. About pocket paperback-sized, but hard cover. No dust jacket. Matte finished pages, faded coloring (in a good way). It's so great! The acknowledgments make me feel like a bit of a jack ass, but at least I got a Hook 'em Horns in there.

And I have a publicist! And her name is the same as my editor's name and the wee one's teacher's name and my friend's girlfriend's name and my other friend's bikini waxer's name. So I'll never forget it.

The book ships to stores in March, with a May target for public sales.

If I had a holster I would wear it with me wherever I go.

And it smells just like a book should.

Hey!

It's the first mention of Haiku Mama I've seen in the press!

And here's another mention. I think this is probably for booksellers, but you get to see the cover art and read a little blurb. Woo!

BAD ASS

doing cabbage patch
as this name goes up in lights
tiny, little lights

Look what I just discovered! Haiku Mama on Amazon! Not only THAT, it's also on the Japanese Amazon site - RIGHT NEXT TO PLAYBOY. I don't get the connection, but I find it hilarious. Perhaps, that's not the best marketing target, but whatever. IT EFFING ROCKS.

There's no cover art yet, and you have to preorder for April, but it's there. It has an ISBN. I've never been so pleased to have a barcode in my whole life.

Yahtzee!

It's here!

I'm so excited
scared UPS man a bit
when I clapped, hollered

The first proof of Haiku Mama has arrived! I have a few days to read it and stroke it and stare at it and then put all excitement aside and try to objectively comment on the haiku and the illustrations.

Right now, though, I have no objectivity at all. I just want to crochet a little color printout-sized holster for it and cry at it a la Holly Hunter in Raising Arizona, "I love you so mu-u-u-u-u-u-u-ch!"

The wee one (along with the UPS man) thinks I've officially gone insane.

woopee!

authorial proof
I will pay taxes on this
first real check for book

I have a che-eck! For my bo-ok! On hai-ku-u! I'm so exci-ted! I would write more but I pulled a muscle in my shoulder/back from - you guessed it - writing. Stop laughing. I have to go get drunk on Advil liquigels while I groan in pain and celebrate my real life author-ness.

Wah, but not really

big name rejection
not actually that bad
in rejection terms

Arthur Levine of Scholastic has passed on my book. This is not a surprise because he passed on it the first time around, too. But, hey, at least Arthur Levine read it. Twice. That's pretty cool. Mr. I-Am-JK-Rowling's-US-Publisher read my book and disliked it.

Not bad, self... not bad.

I thought "arm" or "leg" would offend people

am v. v. busy
laptop becomes like brain, spine
indispensable

Announced!

the news is public
buried in a list of deals
is my own book! Woo!

Yay! The deal is announced. Here it is, cribbed from the Publisher's Lunch daily email from Publisher's Marketplace:

Humor
Kari Anne Roy's MAMA HAIKU, detailing the random, wondrous (and
gross) joys of motherhood in verse, to Melissa Wagner at Quirk Books, by Daniel Lazar at Writers House (world).

The title of the book is actually HAIKU MAMA, though.

Hey, at least they spelled my name right.

weird day

All day long I've had this feeling like I'm forgetting something. As soon as I start a task I get the heebie-jeebies that I should be doing something else. It's irritating and I've never had a feeling like this last all day long before.

WHAT IS IT? WHAT AM I NOT DOING?

It's making me a little crazy.

Strike that. It's making me a lot crazy. I feel like I have a mystery project - something that needed to be turned in today that just totally slipped my mind.

It's probably the book. Not the haiku book, the other book. The novel. I just got two editorial letters from fancy-pants editors at fancy-pants publishing houses. Both of the editors "love" the book, but not enough to start the acquisitions process. The letters are really fantastic - lots of praise scattered among suggestions and questions. And now it's almost too much. I know I need to start editing so I can get the book back to these editors. I can actually envision the rewrite - at least somewhat... but I'm paralyzed. I don't know if it's immobility due to excitement or fear or what, but I can't even open up the book on my computer. I just read the letters over and over, making small notes and intermittently panicking. Then I put the letters down and just stare at them. Then I pick them up and make more notes. Etc.

Can it be that I'm scared shitless?

No.

Maybe.

No.

Maybe.

I seriously need to get off my ass, though.

Isn't it awesome

when the only word you mispell in your email to your editor at the real life publishing house - is "manuscript"?

I rock.

It's official! there is no

It's official!

there is no check yet
though first installment is spent
talk about a jinx

The deal is done!

My book is being published!

(This is the haiku book, not the novel. Though the novel has received some "editorial letters" that my agent won't let me read until the haiku book edits are done. He is protecting me from myself, apparently, because I'll get very excited and screw up all my haiku. Or something like that.)

The contract is in the mail, awaiting signatures!

The estimated publication date is May 2006!

The working title is Haiku Mama!

I just bought an ibook in a freak, overzealous, spendthrift celebration. I haven't used a mac in seven years. I have officially gone crazy. But in a good way.

Offer! Offer! Offer! what is

Offer! Offer! Offer!

what is that squealing?
a pig stuck in the back door?
nope, it's me. All me.

OK, remember how last week I was all pouty because I thought I was close to a book deal, but I really wasn't?

Well, LO!

Another publisher is interested, and in fact has sent an offer to my agent!

No papers are signed, but there's an offer on the table. An advance and royalties and everything!

Holy crap.

Did I tell you this is for a haiku book, not the novel? How crazy is that?

hmph should know better than

hmph

should know better than
to express some excitement
excitement be damned

For future reference: if you write a book and an editor likes the book and you talk to the editor on the phone about the book and you make a few minor changes to the book and then you talk about marketing the book and how the cover of the book might look... don't get excited. Because you'll still get an email that tells you the sales team doesn't think the book will make a profit, therefore the book gets "passed" on.

Hmph.

Hmph.

Side note: I know it's still awesome that a publisher is even taking interest in any of my books right now - they're new and just making the rounds. I feel very fortunate to have made it this far, even if it ultimately turned into another rejection. But for the next day or so I'm going to pout. Then I will be fine.

jinx! won't say what it

jinx!

won't say what it is
but something is on the wind
I hope it don't stink

Sorry to be cryptic, but I don't want to jinx anything. My lips are sealed about what's going on right now. Suffice it to say, though, no matter what happens I'll be hollering. Hollering from joy or hollering from angst, I don't know yet.

Until then, I'm off to bounce off the walls and freak out a little bit. Then I'm going to cook pork chops for dinner and have a margarita. Oh wait, we're out of tequila. Damn. I'm going to cook pork chops and have a Coke, then.