Shop talk

Well, now.

How's everyone? Everyone good? Good. Okay then.

First of all, there are a few Momversations I failed to share with you because I am a terrible person. Here's one, which is about spy-camming your nanny. (I just made "spy cam" a verb, I know. I'm sorry.) Should you do it? In this one I got to relive the incident where our babysitter choice went horribly awry. Eeeeugh.

Update: Because so many of you asked, I thought I would share: my necklace is from this shop on Etsy. I've purchased a few pendants from her, and get compliments all the time. It looks like she's closed right now, but will reopen shortly.

Secondly: there are, as always, weekly additions to Let's Panic About Babies! So I suggest you go there. I'm a little amused by our customizable birth plan. Is Eden Kennedy not the funniest thing on two incredibly long legs? Yes. Yes she is. You agree with me. NOD LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

And also! One of my short stories is in a new anthology. Fence magazine was one of those literary journals I was sure I'd never be able to get into. It seemed way too legitimate and high-quality. I figured if my fiction appeared in anything, it would be one of those obscure journals called something like "Spun Yarns and Unicorns" or just "Scribings." But then Fence not only published one of my stories, they also included it in A Best of Fence: The First Nine Years. Which I guess means they liked it, and didn't just publish it out of pity! I'm in there with such notable writers as Aimee Bender and Miranda July and Lydia Davis, as well as many others less well-known but equally worth reading. You should buy it, if you ask me.

In conclusion, I know I'm not updating as much as some of you would like (including those people who love to gripe about my lack of updating even though they hate me so much they're clearly repressing their strong sexual attraction to me, yes they are, if they'd only admit it they'd feel so much better). I'm trying to figure out how to juggle the blog along with other professional obligations (there are some good things in the works I will be announcing shortly) and long-term goals and also the rest of my life. Not to mention, when your kid has neither camp nor school, and it's freaking gorgeous outside, it is sorely tempting to play hooky for a week. Or two. You understand, right? Of course you do. Except for you. And for the last time, no, you can't have any nude pics of me.