Making Make-Believe So Good It Changes You


"I sensed a kind of uncertainty in her. Exactly what it was I couldn't have said, but it would come out every now and then in her words or actions. I might ask her something, and a single breath would intervene before she answered--just the slightest hesitation, but in that split second interval I sensed a kind of shadow."

The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle is everything I've ever wanted to write in my life. I love it so.

Read Chapter One.

A Little About Aunt B and Her New Book

There's this woman I know named Betsy, and she's in every way awesome. She fucking kills me on so many levels. First of all, smart as a whip. Like, you go have a drink with her and suddenly you start penciling in library time on your calendar because you can suddenly feel a little dim. But it's not like she's all snobby and smug like a lot of smart people, who love nothing more than to make others feel unintelligent. That's not it. It's that she has this razor wit and she'll reference something you totally know, but she does it in such a sly, clever manner that you don't catch on to what you missed til you are driving home later.

And she has the best laugh. She's one of these people who throws her head back and laughs with her whole body, and even if you are pissed off or crying, you can't help but laugh back. She's also just as funny in real life, if not more, than she is at her hilarious Tiny Cat Pants

I found Tiny Cat Pants when I first started the blogging job at WKRN, and I was immediately charmed by its tagline: "Is there anything funnier than tiny cat pants?" At the time I discovered this question, I thought no. There couldn't possibly be anything funnier than that until I read the blog. The answer to that tagline is clear: Yes, there is, and its Tiny Cat Pants.

Here's the thing, though. Her blog is not jokes. No way. It's genuine, good-hearted humor. That's why it translates into real humor in real life. She's not trying too hard. She just is who she is, and she does it on a blog. And it's real, and it's always, always thought provoking, and it's fair, almost all the time, and if she says something she regrets, she says so. The woman is never loathe to admit a mistake.

Anyway, I admire the shit out of her. She's a strong-willed, beautiful soul who will defend you, support you, tickle you and serve you wine in her backyard in a mason jar on a hammock.

And she wrote a book. A book about ghosts and their stories in and around Nashville. 

This woman's writing reads like breathing--effortlessly. She's a master at the craft, in my humble opinion, and while her blog is scattered in topic, I can't wait to see her nail down this single idea.

You have to buy it. It's not optional. Do yourself the favor, and bring the delight of my friend Betsy into your home. It's a far cry from having her swapping stories and swatting flies with you, but hey, we can't all be so lucky.

Get it here.

And here is the book's website.

I Had A Sandwich For Lunch Today

I'm going to be in a book! This one, to be exact. The very mighty Maggie Mason of and wrote a book of prompts for bloggers, and a quote from Sparkwood & 21 will be included, along with my name and the URL. Pretty. Freakin'. Sweet.


Maybe, just maybe, seeing my name in a book--and after reading Maggie's Very Good Idea--I will be inspired to get started on my own book.

Someone Get Bow Wow Wow in Here

Best paragraph so far of Bob Woodward's "Plan of Attack":

The JCS staff had placed a peppermint at each place. Bush unwrapped his and popped it into his mouth. Later he eyed Choen's mint and flashed a pantomime query, Do you want that? Cohen signaled no, so Bush reached over and took it. Near the end of the hour-and-quarter briefing, the chairman of the Joint Chiefs, Army General Henry "Hugh" Shelton, noticed Bush eyeing his mint, so he passed it over.

Buy My Shit!

Instead of buying me shit (which, let's face it, none of you were going to do anyway), you can now BUY MY SHIT. Today I put lots of books and a DVD up for sale on-line. I thought it beneficial to compile my listings here, in case any of you wanted in on the LOW, LOW, LOW price action. I'm broke as a Martin Lawrence joke and more than $500 in the (immediate) hole.

So, if any of these fine, make-ya-brain-grow products listed below suit your delicate and cultured fancy, then please help a poor girl afford some decent hair gel.


DVD: eXistenz, David Cronenberg [SOLD!]

Tori Amos: Collectibles

Welcome to Twin Peaks: A Complete Guide to Who's Who & What's What [SOLD!]

The Heart of a Woman, Maya Angelou

High Fidelity, Nick Hornby [SOLD!]

The Third Chimpanzee, Jared Diamond [SOLD!]

Daughters of the Dust: The Making of an African-American Film, Toni Cade Bambara and bell hooks

Understanding Media, Marshall McLuhan

Maya Angelou: Poems

The Story of Psychology, Morton Hunt

Tori Amos: Silent All These Years (Authorized biography, stunning photographs-beautiful book)

Play It As It Lays, Joan Didion

Socrates Cafe: A Fresh Taste of Philosophy, Christopher Phillips [SOLD!]

The Chief: The Life of William Randolf Hearst, David Nasaw [SOLD!]

Lifeworks: John Cassavetes, Tom Charity

So! If you end up buying one of these AMAZING, PERFECT, LIFE CHANGING books, you *must* let me know so that I can include a tiny surprise and hand-written note to include with your package. Just send me an e-mail right after you make your purchase in order to identify yourself as a reader.

Everything must go!!