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April 7, 2011

Not even really sure what day it is, but mark it in the calendar as the day I found the box of undies.


Yeah. That's what I'm talking about. An unmarked box of panties at the very bottom of a nine-foot-tall stack of boxes. Conquered it. Now I can stop visiting the laundromat every other day, which was beginning to look and feel more like home than my own apartment.

Next time I move the code word for the underwear box is ramekins. I'm writing this here for the world to see but am certain the moving guys don't read this diary. We're good to go.

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Don't forget the two fun memoir-and-rap-songs panels I'll be on this weekend. (In the brochures, simply called "Memoir Writing Panel." I have my own ideas.)

Essentially what we have here is a group of real authors who talk about the serious art of memoir writing and also there is me, for what I assume is comic relief and/or the diversity card. My only real goal is to have some much-needed fun at both events and use as many bad 1980s rap song references as possible BUT in a way that makes me appear to be a serious writer. Can I pull it off? WE SHALL SEE.

Friday, April 8, 2011 at 2:45 PM
Memoir Panel Discussion
RT Booklovers Convention
The Westin Bonaventure Hotel
404 South Figueroa Street
Los Angeles, CA 90071
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Literary Orange Saturday, April 9, 2011
My panel is at 1 p.m.
Memoirs: The Human Comedy
UC Irvine Student Center
A311 Student Center
Irvine, CA 92697-2050
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When it comes to crafting a memoir, one must always check themselves before they wreck themselves and their craft. SUCCESS IS MINE.

Posted by laurie at April 7, 2011 8:38 AM