Secret Agent Girl

Pssst. Over here. Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. C'mere. I got somethin' to tell ya. Ya gotta keep it quiet though, OK? Can I trust you? OK, here it is: I've written a book. Shhhhhhh! Keep it down, already. Here's the thing: I can't tell you anything about it. Alright, I can tell you a little bit. It's non-fiction, it's about mixed-media art, and I had a lot of help. It won't be out for a few months. The picture above is a hint. A very bad hint, meant to reveal something and yet throw you off the scent at the same time.

I always thought writing a book would be easy. After all, I've been writing hundreds of words every day for decades. How hard could it be to string a few thousand of them together? Well, let me tell you, it's hard. And I had other people writing some of the pages for me.

But, now that's it's pretty much done, and re-done, I have to say, wow, what a sense of accomplishment. It's like having a baby. A lot of aches and pains and panic and food cravings and heavy breathing, but when that wrinkled and red-faced little bundle arrives, you're so proud, you're ready to do it all over again. Someday.

I'll be able to say more about it--in fact, I'll be encouraged to shout it from the rooftops--when the book is about to come out. But for now, remember, this is on the QT, all hush-hush. Capiche? Zip the lip. You never saw me. I'll deny everything.

Now, get outta here.