Anatomy of a Stress Diarrhist

That's right, people–I'm churning liquid gold, it's streaming hot from the tap, burping with big brown bubbles. The editor from Penguin emailed and is taking my precious cocktail swigging corpse to her ed. director.

She said, and I quote, "This is very funny!"

One question: How freaked out should I be? Because I'm trippin' like a crackhead. I haven't had a lot of people read my stuff, and I have a tendency to disregard positive marks, but this is great right?

I couldn't help giving her some zombie research to take with. Like my character, Amanda would say: zombie is the new vampire, or; werewolves are so last season. For instance, did you know there are 23 zombie movies set for release within the next two years? I'm not shitting you–or at least on you. I figure by the time Undead Socialite could be on the shelves the market will be ripe for some bitchy mockery. But that's just me.

Fingers crossed.