An Elite Confederacy Of Nerds. My Peeps

You'll Start Talking, And Pretty Soon We'll All Start Nodding, And Then The Next Thing You Know, I'm Hang Gliding Off The Eiffel Tower At Night, Being Chased By Ninja Vampires

Everyone’s Gone Mad, Typing To Themselves All Day Long Like Mindless Robots.

I Do Interviews And Signings And Readings And All Of These People Just Hang Off My Every Word. And Then I Go Home And Have Dinner With My Family And Nobody Lets Me Get A Word In.

I’m Adding ‘canine’ To My Searches,” I Said. “and ‘instinct.’” “whatever. I’m Adding ‘lunatic.

I Have A Cotillion Event. Some Yacht-club Charity Fundraiser Thingy. Whitney Is Insisting, And Kit Took Her Side.” Three Wide Smiles. “oh Shut Up.