I know you’re all just dying to hear how my story is progressing.  Well darlings, I’m thrilled to be able to tell you that Marie sent it on to Dreamspinner Press just this afternoon.  All that remains now is for them to accept it.  Marie still has some nerves about the whole submission process, but really, what’s there to worry about, right?  After all, I am terribly fun.  All in all, I think the book turned out rather well, even if Jonathan does get to tell most of the story.

Marie thinks she might try to revisit that slowly turning planet of hers next.  And she has a couple of other ideas involving Jonathan and I.  I told her she should get started right away, and Scarlett tells me that God Himself has threatened a few plagues if she doesn’t get going.  But Marie says everything has to wait until after her cruise.  She’s so dreadfully predictable, isn’t she?

She’s also asked me to tell you that there is still no official release date for The Letter Z.  You do all know I make a cameo in that story, right?  And of course Jonathan’s there too, although I hear his behavior was simply dreadful in Vegas.  Well, I’ll leave it for you all to decide.  Whatever happens though, don’t hold it against him.  He’s not a bad guy, really, even if he is a pain in the ass sometimes.

And you know what I have to say about that.

Strawberries for Dessert is finished!  And by that I mean, the first draft is written.  Now I just have to wait for several wonderful people to read it for me and give me their input.  Then edit, possibly re-write, edit some more…

Did I say it was finished?  Well, close enough to break out the champagne.

I was lying awake last night, thinking about Jon and Cole.  I had a couple of interesting revelations about how I seem to have a food theme going which I never really planned on.  I woke up this morning and started chatting online with my friend about this.  And suddenly…

Ta-da!!  I have a title!

Cole and Jon’s book is now officially called Strawberries for Dessert.

And I just start to giggle every time I think about it.

I make one little comment on Marie’s Facebook page, and the next thing I know, she’s hounding me to make a post on her blog too.  It’s awfully tiresome, but I did agree to do it.  You’ll have to forgive me though darlings if I just copy/paste what I already said over there.  You see, I really am in a bit of a rush at the moment.

Marie’s thinking about taking a second shot at writing my story now.  Well, it’s about time, isn’t it?  The problem is, who’s going to tell it? First she thought it would be Jonathan, but we all know he can be so uptight. Well, I guess you don’t know, but if The Letter Z ends up being published, you’ll find out. Trust me.  His narration is bound to have us all in yawns. So now Marie thinks maybe I should do it.

The truth is, I’m just not sure she has it in her to follow me from Phoenix to Paris to the Hamptons and back again. She’s not exactly well-traveled now, is she? Such a shame, too, because I really am terribly fun. Vail she could do, but I hardly go any more. It’s just not as entertaining now that Jared’s seeing that big angry cop. Marie’s also prattling on about how I might not really know enough about my own flamboyant affectations, and my habit of using them to hide my real feelings. She says she needs Jonny for that. Oh my. I must admit, I have absolutely no idea what she’s going on about. I’ve really stopped listening to her altogether. I’m sure you all can relate.

I guess Jonny and I could do what Zach and Angelo did and take turns. And darling, that is not a sexual innuendo. But Marie never intended to make a habit of the dual POV, you see. I could send her back to that slowly-turning planet she and her hubby have been cooking up, but really, we might all be waiting ages for her to figure that out, and darling, I just don’t have the time.

Speaking of time, I really do have a plane to catch. There’s a house in Kapoho calling my name. And I hear Marie’s brother-in-law has a roommate I might want to meat (and no dear, that wasn’t a typo).