Melikes my mayor

As long as Sam Adams doesn't want to date us, we've got an excellent mayor. I can't decide what's worse: the witch hunt or Sam's lie.

On a Roll!

I'm psyched. We have a new president, one with all those characteristics and brains I associate with great leaders. I get a sense he truly understands. He absorbs. He's creative. He thinks. He unites. He makes sense when he speaks. He has a genuine spirit. His ego seems fully evolved. He seems cool under pressure.

The inaugural address he delivered yesterday felt as if it were cut with a diamond. Pure and resonant. I witnessed more than the transfer of power. I felt a rebirth of our national spirit.

As far as my Great American Work of Fiction goes, thanks for asking. For two weeks straight, I've been rewriting the first two paragraphs nonstop. Yes, I've been pretty productive for the last 300 hours. Not quite on a roll, but ... well, you know. I'm going for it, giving it my all. I should have my new novel in the can about the same time Malia or Sasha -- either one -- makes a bid for president in 2032.

Twitter is VERY useful

When I first learned about Twitter a year ago, I was somewhat critical of its utility. Now I'm convinced of its many practical uses:

1. Locating friends at a convention.

2. Letting friends know how bored you are in the convention panel you're attending.

3. Making sure total strangers understand how important social plans/Hollywood meetings are.

4. Asking questions about new iPhone apps.

5. Answering questions about new iPhone apps.

6. Exhibiting pith and wit.

7. Telling people you're "friends" with someone they might know.

8. Letting people know you're prone to distractions.

9. Saving awesome independently owned bookstores.

Staying Upbeat for '09!

The holidays are over. Whoop-dee-doo. Holidays/Schmolidays is what I say. I'm working hard at not suffering from post-holiday acedia. Acedia is my rediscovered word. I was reminded of acedia while watching a TV special on the Seven Deadly Sins. Acedia is a beautiful word for being depressed and blue and apathetic and denial that anything's wrong. Whatever. I'm funk-proof, really, which probabably has lots to do with all the junk food I've been eating non-stop. I've basically been consuming all my funk away while watching television for hours on end and not working on my great american work of fiction. If you're looking for secrets to procrastination and denial, I totally have the answer.