The Little Words Mean the Most

Writing opening lines in bed

As these things went, it wasn't much of a hangover.

Thinking about it is half the fun

Dec image on 2011 France calendar

Exudiastic

As the day turns to night... Episode 1

Tonight is the only full-eclipse of the moon this year. It's overcast. The rule of thumb is: Write drunk. Edit sober. Tonight, I'm writing, trying to dodge past 30-odd false starts. The biggest direct mail gift-gusher of the year for a West Coast hospital system. Be authentic. Be entertaining. Be born yesterday. See? Y'can't.

You're stranded alone on Christmas...

...on an island with a sound system. Only thing? You have to choose ONE song to hear for a thousand times. If you survive, you escape. Well, that's easy: O Holy Night, as sung by the cast of the TV show, Glee.

The other thing

My personal trainer is My

Boyfriend's Back, the Paris Bennett version.

Happy [fill in the blank]

CFRE asked me

Down for a day of strategic planning in Alexandria, VA. Fly in and out of Reagan. Let's turn to politics. Aerial view of DC. Washington monument: aspirational. Congress: backed up toilet. Nice building, though.