So if you’ve come by recently, you might think I am just a vain so-and-so what loves to show off her gowns, her family, and her recent ink.

Not so, grasshopper.

So in the WRITING thing, let me just say my new agent is pitching That Subtle Knot to editors this week. And that I am HALFWAY DONE with the super-sexy novella, because I have discovered a new place to write that feels more creative than here in front of the iMac. And, thanks to the Faux Critique Partner, I have come up with a much more complex reason my hero in On Bold Adventure is on his particular mission.

Yay!

So some of us are actually going to get tattooed whilst in SF. And this is an approximation of mine, albeit in black and white:

My Minnesota grandmother, the maternal one (hardly! actually!), was a hosta apostle, bringing hosta plants to everyone in the small lake town she lived in. And I have hosta in my backyard, as do most people, and I’ve always associated it with a practical, hardy, and yet lovely plant. I aspire to be more hosta-like.

Plus it’s hardly likely I’ll get sick of it, since it’s a PLANT, for goodness’ sake, not a picture of Mike Tyson or a band that subsequently released terrible records or something like that.

What tattoo would you get?

Is there anything more fabulous than finding a pair of jeans that look good on you? For a cheap price?

Indulge me while I get all girly here. I went into the fine town of Excelsior, MN, which has Ladies’ Nights on Thursdays, which means the stores stay open late (past 5:30!), and tons of women get all dressed up in their white slacks and bright tops (so cyuute! they exclaim in their Minnesota accents) and go shopping.

So I did too, sans the white slacks. And I found a pair of jeans that a) were fancy jeans, trouser style b) dark denim (which I love) c) look cute on me and d) were $39.

Oh, lord. My night was made. Plus my aunt (who doesn’t want to be called my aunt, ’cause she’s only seven years older than me) bought me a great Free People top and then I got a purse made of vintage Chinese wallpaper (how much more Megan can you get?!?) that was 75% off!

Yes. I am a New Yorker who got her shopping on in Excelsior, MN. And had a blast.

So Colleen Gleason was in town, and stayed in the Frampton Guest Room (do NOT call it a basement!) last night. She showed me the coolest thing she won at the Smart Bitches: A gift cert to Lochers, which has these incredible shirts. Totally cute, entirely subversive. Don’t know if you can see the script embroidered inbetween the cute little flowers and birds and stuff, but it says: (more…)

I got my Mother’s Day nap, yay, and a hanger steak and key lime pie and this beer, a collaboration between Brooklyn Brewery and Schneider-Weisse (weiss beer is my favorite). I haven’t drunk it yet, it’s waiting for me. Like a golden liquid beckoning in the vista.

I got the first of some revision feedback today, so I can dive into Road to Passion and get working.

I called my mom on Friday, she STILL hasn’t called me back, so I didn’t bother trying on Sunday–I think that makes me a bad daughter, for sure, but honestly? A mother who doesn’t call her daughter back? Close to Mother’s Day, when her daughter is a mother? Pardon me for being pettish.

This weekend I wore the Goal Diet Jeans, the ones that I promised I wouldn’t wear until I could wear them comfortably. And now I can! I’ve lost about ten pounds, and want to go down a little bit more, so those jeans are loose and stuff. I guess moving, stress, lack of sleep, stress, panic, etc. does have its benefits.

This weekend, I will be presenting a workshop to the NYC-RWA chapter, Plotting By The Seat Of Your Pants. True to pantsers’ form, I have done NO PREPARATION. Yet. Tonight the Faltering, but Still Faithful Knicks Fan Spouse will be watching his guys at MSG, while I will print some stuff out and do a dry run in front of the books.

I am way, way nervous about Saturday.

And then in April, I present the panel at the New England Conference. So, um, yikes.

Other than that, we’ve basically decided on colors for the new house (caliente, above, for one of the living room walls), bought a new exterior door, designed the nine+ foot-long closet, and chosen stains for the flooring. My contractor and I still have a cordial relationship. I am buying pizza for the workers on Friday, almost as much because the pizza place is AWESOME and I want some as that the workers are equally awesome. Although less studded with roasted red peppers.

And, if you’re still reading, find Duffy’s “Mercy” on YouTube and see some true awesomeness (again, sans the red peppers).

Judging from my stats, there are a lot more people visiting here than before. Whether you return or not is your choice, of course; but meanwhile, welcome!