In January I sold my book proposal, though I couldn’t announce it here until a little later. The submission process that month was kind of a wild ride, and I learned a lot about trade publishing in a very short time; the whole thing was one of the most exciting experiences you never heard about. Come to think of it, when I was writing the “year in review” entry last year I knew that the proposal would go out on submission soon, and I had to just sit on that news, and if you go back and read that entry you’ll see how I was being all hinty-hinty about things. And here you thought I was just putting up cat pictures.
In February I made some nice Single Girl Valentines and subsequently spent the rest of the year finding hotlinks to them in my referral logs. In March I turned 33 and went to New York City and managed to have lunch in the Conde Nast cafeteria without dropping my tray, which would have been eight thousand times more mortifying than dropping your tray in high school.
In April I raised a big stink (if not a slightly misinformed one) about Curves and the anti-abortion movement. In May I was interviewed by the local Fox news affiliate, and I lived to recap the experience. That same month Shylo and I broke another important story–about American Girls Gone Wild.
In June I had an arts residency at Ragdale, and while I managed to write a good chunk of my book there, I utterly failed to bring you the sounds of the prairie. In July I accidentally acquired Bootsy the fish, and I’m pleased to report that six months later he’s still alive. Also, I met Ron and, well, that’s a long story that I shouldn’t tell here, but I managed to not kill him, too.
In August I was interviewed on Zulkey.com and I finished the damn book. In September I tried Seattle Sutton and really, I have no explanation for that at all. And in October I guess I complained a lot. In November I voted, and then I reacted. In December I finally opened up comments so all you pukes could have your say, and so far you have been remarkably well-behaved.
I still can’t believe that just a year ago I didn’t have a book. That makes me dizzy. It’s very strange to look ahead to 2005, which is already plotted out and scheduled far more than any other year of my life. I suppose I could drop little hints about things I’m hoping will happen in the future but a lot of it is as foggy as it was a year ago. And that’s okay.
Here’s to the new year!