Well, Hello! Welcome to the book party. You look marvelous. Have you lost weight? You have? Then I'll just have to steer you clear of my secret boyfriend Colin Firth. He's in the kitchen fighting with my other secret boyfriend, Ewan McGregor, over who will get to play the male lead in the film adaptation of The Goddess Lounge.
I told them, "Colin, Ewan, relax, there are two dynamic male characters in the book. You can each play one."
But they know as well as I do that only one of them can play the hero. Plus, the really great roles go to the ladies--and, "no," I said to Ewan--"You are not wearing a dress!" Sigh. I'm just going to let the Hollywood people figure it out. I am a creative. I can't handle all this jealous, negative energy.
Anyway, I'm so glad you came. Can I get you a shrimp on a little stick? How about a drink? We're serving Venus Nipples. Here's how you make it: You take a fluted champagne glass, drop a marachino cherry in it and then fill it with sparkling wine. Delicious! (But don't let Colin or Ewan have anymore, they get so CRAZY--and I do have a husband, after all.)
What? You want to know where my creative inspiration comes from? How I came up with such a fabulous character like Penne Armour, who tries so hard to be a good mother while negotiating work, family, dogs, traffic, and run ins with mean, high-end one-eyed sales clerks? Oh, darling, what can I say? I try to let my MUSE take over and simply let the story unfold. It's exhausting, but then, so much of life is.
You want me to sign your copy of The Goddess Lounge? Sweetheart, hand me a pen! What? You want me to sign five copies so you can give The Goddess Lounge to your friends, family, neighbors, and book club? Of course, of course. Anything for YOU.
I like to think of this blog as a virtual sort of spa day or night out with friends. We relax, we laugh, and we get a little perspective from the goddesses and wise women who've come before us. So exhale, slip off your shoes, and turn off the phone. It's time to Begin Again.