No. 1 Comedy Duo

The other night, I was setting up the humidifier in our bedroom to combat a little cold. I'm bonking into the (open) closet doors, negotiating my way around the bed, trying not to knock over the Pack n' Play, which we still use in our room for the baby's naps. Space is at a premium these days.

Husband: It's like trying to set up a humidifier in a clown car.
Me: Clowns can get congested.
Husband: Yeah, all that powdery makeup.

Thank you! We'll be here all week! Try the veal!

Forthcoming

What a great word.

Especially when in reference to a book. Mine, that is. I am falling-down thrilled that Engine Books will publish my debut novel, TRIP THROUGH YOUR WIRES, with a launch date tentatively scheduled for February 2015.

This is the novel-formerly-known-as. Read my Next Big Thing post if you want to know more. But I'm training myself on the new title, so it's Voldemort City from here on out.

Did I skywrite the news, or bark a cheer into a bullhorn from the roof of my single-story dwelling? I did not. But those were things that crossed my mind as options, when I imagined what would happen upon the novel's acceptance. I think I'm still kind of processing that this is actually happening. So skywriting/bullhorns aren't out of the question, but they'll most likely occur later. Or my tweets/Facebook status updates will have served as their equivalents.

(I just tried to copy/paste a bit of blog code, and the whole True/False section of the Humanities literature exam I was writing earlier filled the screen. File under: moments you are glad didn't happen in class.)

Forthcoming. A book. My book.