Paperback pulp.

[squirrelgirl22]

When I woke up this morning, I had a fantabulous post churning away in my mind. Now? Not so much. I remember I dreamed about Siegfried or Roy (the one who wasn't mauled by his tiger) and a white tiger and a brown bear. That bear turned into a polar bear, who I made out with but really was a guy in a polar bear suit, and...that's messed up.

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aw, shucks

[anonymous]

gee, you mentioned me in your blog. i feel so special right now that I am cool to withhold judgement until i can read your great masterpiece of chick lit.....because the genre isn't all bad, after all....bridget jones.....jane austen......maybe some poor high school boys of the future will be refusing to read even the cliff's notes of your girly opus someday. now that would be a sure sign of success. I knew a guy who refused to read Emma on principle. i wish i had thought of that when it came to hemingway (large--game--hunting-testosterone--ozing jerk).
-karen f.
ps good luck. i don't think i will have much time to join you this year. but i figure that there is an exemption for mothers of two month olds that allows them to substitute a limmerick and a haiku.