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I forgot to pout this morning because I got so caught up in my research! ARGH! Bad self! Bad self!

But then I read a bunch of blogs where everyone wrote all glowy about BEA. Now my lower lip is jutting out again, creating, as my grandfather used to point out, the perfect perch for a bird to land on.

(This made me afraid of birds for a long time. It did not cure my pouting. Thanks, Grandpa.)

If you are in NYC, but are sick of BEA (right) or can’t get in (more likely), you should go to the best bookstore in New York City and ask questions of the smartest and best-read bookseller and maybe score a free donut.

Seriously. LEAVE RIGHT NOW.

I am headed out to my garden which needs weeding. I also need to sow more veggie seeds and start to cut away the wilderness that is growing up around the berry canes.

For today’s Pout-a-Thon activity, ask me a question in comments. I’ll answer, I promise, as soon as the gardening is done.

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I picked the first crop of lettuce from my garden for today’s salad. Threw in fresh chives, too.

What are you having for lunch?

This is fun! If you have a chance, scroll through yesterday’s comments. Be sure to chime today, telling me how you are pouting because somehow your invitation and plane tickets to BEA got lost in the mail.

We’ll have us a good old communal pout and then write another book.

Here is something to make the wretched, hungry hoards at the Javits Center envious:

Cup of coffee in my favorite mug and homemade blueberry muffin!!!

What are you NOT eating at the Javits Center or hotel for breakfast?

To help us all improve our writing (since we’re stuck at home, we might as well use the time wisely) LJ-user mainecharacter passed along a great writing quiz.

What quiz questions about the life of a writer would you add?

This morning I shall both pout and research. This afternoon is filled with family responsibilities; good thing they are used to seeing me pout.

This weekend I am pretending to be at a Q & A panel at BEA. (Delusional? No. It’s a gift for fiction.)

Pretend you are in the audience. What questions do you want to ask? I shall answer!!

::reaches for muffin and passes basket to you::

OK, these writing suggestions are a little basic, I know, but I would like to point out that most of us are stuck at home in our pjs, not living the high life at BEA. So maybe we need to learn a few new things.

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::reaches for the caviar-stuffed potato skins::

What would you add to the list?

Who was going to make the seven-layer bean dip? I can’t find it anywhere.