Book 'Em

I'm still here.  I'm still loving you.  I'm just not writing as much here as I used to.  Why?  I've told you before but I will reiterate.  I'm working on a book.  Writing for that rather than writing for this is like dating two people at the same time.  It's very hard to keep your head straight.  You tell one she's "the greatest thing since Madonna" and you tell the other she's "the greatest thing since Lady Gaga," then you mix them up a week later.  The Madonna girl hates Lady Gaga and vice versa.  You end up doing a lot of quick dancing to fix it, but your stress level is so high when you're with each girl you literally need triple bypass to get through dinner.

I understand your need for my written word, my witty reparte, my butchering of the French language.  I understand I am filling a void; I am the creme filling in your Hostess Cupcake.  When the book is done, you'll be the first to know.

By the way, it's still called "How To Escape From Heaven" and you are going to learn a whole lotta stuff about me and my family and why I am the way I am.  I bet you can't wait!

Love you lots,

Jimmy