Thursday, November 11, 2010

Officially Published

I can say,
with more than a little pride,
that I am now a paid, published writer.

Last night, at The Rivoli,
I read Memère Rosa.
I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be.
Though I did ask TH if he could see me quivering.
My hands didn't shake,
but my legs were like Jello the entire time!
He assured me it wasn't noticeable.
Then again, he does have a Shallow Hal complex,
and thinks I'm a size 2.
God bless him!

Which brings me to this snapshot:

Sadly, it's the best picture of the lot.
I'm not talking about the fact that it's out of focus.
That's because the room was dark,
and we don't have a high end camera.

I'm talking about the fact that
I need to have a conversation with TH
and explain that he needs to work on
taking pictures that don't
accentuate my muffin top.
Cuz the bottom two-thirds of that picture
have been cropped.

And burned.

I do have great pics of the anthology, though.

Look! That's me, right there on Page 27.

The audience was great:
they laughed in the right places,
and clapped loudly at the end.

It was perfect!

Shout out to
Lady Fairchilde, Robi, M'Licious and Bobby-Jo
who came out to heckle support me,
and even one of the associates from the office.

A special thanks to Vikki Summerfield who pushed me to write,
and harasses me on a daily basis,
for more pieces to record for Life Rattle Radio.

And, of course...TH...
who puts up with the usual crap
that a writer's spouse puts up with.
Probaby more.

No...definitely more.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Hiding all the sins

We're going to Mexico.

And we're going to the Grand Sirenis.

I've said it before,
and I'll say it again:
Yo amo México!

You'll recall last year
when bathing suit shopping,
that I pondered whether
Bikini Village had a berka section.
Well, maybe they don't,
but someone does.

Lady Fairchilde was kind enough to send me an email today.
"Ready for your vacation in a few weeks?
FCP* has some new swimsuits if you need one!"

Turns out, Solé Swimwear carries Burquinis.

The controversy behind these suits makes my head spin.
But I think I'm going to pick one up
and bring it with me.
Not for me, of course,
but to hand out to the few people who
insist on going topless
but shouldn't.

No one needs to see those droopy loaves, honey.

*First Canadian Place