Because of the extreme chaos of the last few weeks, and limited internet access, I missed the deadline to turn in the catalog description of my new book.
This is disconcerting because several of my friends offered up excellent ideas of how to describe the thing — it is not actually a cancer memoir but rather a book about danger and safety.
The content and perspective is difficult to convey in a succinct way that works in catalog format. I am not in fact capable of describing it in conversation, let alone writing a precis.
When I downloaded all my email there were hundreds if not thousands of urgent tasks that went untended and this message from AEM:
Dude! Get on the ball. I had to stop in and write your book blurb for the catalog on the way through Chicago. I described it as “pure fluff,” “head candy” and “rib-tickling!!!” Hope you don’t mind.
I haven’t laughed so much all month. But the funniest thing is that she actually does agree with me that the stories are hilarious.
Which is why I love her.